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freshabogados · 3 years ago

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first of all, CONGRATS ON 120!!!!! Super happy our blogs found each other and got us introduced 🥺♥️ Now I’ve got a request that’ll ruin your life but this is another one you’ll have to store for May for me bec i wont be able to read it now - smut numbers 11 and 15. okay? RIP

HEIDI DARLING! THANKYOU 💗💫

Maybe I'll make this a 300 followers special????

Gods! I'm so happy that you just crashed in and dropped that Matt-thot that day 🥺💗 Look at us!

I'm so sorry you had to wait a whole month for this. To make it up to you I'm making this super long!

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

Tags: smut, slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex (cover 'em before you shower 'em), kinky!matt, softdom!matt, creampie, MDNI.

You decided to head over to Matt's office and surprise him with some soba noodle salad and curry buns. You were hungry, not for food, but for him. Your frustration was getting the best of you and you decided to put an end to it. The only remedy? Matt.

You wore a soft navy blue sleeveless dress that ended right above your knees. You knew how much Matt liked the material of this dress.

“It feels like your skin” he said when you first wore it. It seemed like the right choice for a long day of teasing.

Matt was aching for you, too. He missed the feeling of your wet mouth around his cock, your hands digging into his back and pulling in his hair, the sound of your moans echoing through the apartment and vibrating down his body, the feeling of your body pressed tightly against his. He missed you.

You entered Nelson, Murdock, and Page and greeted Karen and Foggy with some curry buns and moved to Matt's office. Matt could smell you as soon as you entered the building, your scent overpowered by the food you were carrying. His stomach grumbled as he inhaled the delicious steam.

"Hello there, Devil man! How's your day been?" your voice was chirpy for someone who hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep in the past week.

"Hello, my angel! It wasn’t very interesting until you walked in. Are you wearing that blue dress?" he said with his cheeky grin on full display. You could feel the heat creeping up your cheeks and ears.

Bastard.

You had to be in control of this situation, not him.

"Yes, I am and I brought lunch! I decided to cut short my day and have lunch with you. I couldn't handle the stress my work was putting me under. Is it okay if I stay here till we go back home?"

"Of course, you can stay sweetheart. And, if you want, you can lie down on the couch and get some sleep after lunch? You haven't been sleeping well." Matt knows how the tension has been building in you. And he hated himself for not being able to help you even though you told him that his presence was more than enough.

"Yeah, I'd like that. But first, noodles!"

You scooted your chair close to Matt's, a little too close, and ate your lunch as you filled him in on your work. Your thighs were glued to his, occasionally moving them to create some friction. You dropped your hand innocently on the top of his thigh, close to his cock, and gave it a gentle squeeze when he talked about some obstacles they were facing with their case. Your leg brushed against his foot from time to time, your barefoot running up and down his slacked calf. Your voice was a little lower and huskier than usual. Your mind ran wild with the thoughts of Matt. All those times he fucked you senseless, all those times you made him whimper and beg, you could feel yourself getting hotter and wetter by the minute.

Matt didn't get a whiff of your intentions behind your seemingly sinless actions. At least not at first.

After having a filling lunch your eyelids started to get heavy. Your breathing was becoming long and deep. You sat beside Matt, watching him move his thick fingers on the paper. You leaned your head on his shoulder and within minutes you fell into a deep slumber.

Matt gently moved your head to the desk and listened to your faint snores, a content smile graced his face, as you continued your peaceful sleep.

You woke up to the sound of Foggy and Karen laughing. You lifted your head off the table and found yourself alone in Matt's office. You let out a sleepy yawn and stretch your hands to release any remnant sleep.

You walked outside the room and were greeted by the chirpy voices of Karen and Foggy bidding their goodbyes to Matt. Karen pulled you in for a hug before the duo made their way out of the office.

"Morning, sunshine!" Matt turned to you and pulled in for a quick kiss.

"Good morning, handsome." you whispered as you pulled away.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Mhmm. Like a baby. I hope I didn't disturb you while you worked." you smoothed the wrinkles on his shirt and loosened his tie.

Matt chuckled and brought his forehead to rest on yours "Good. And, you did not. I enjoyed the company."

"You enjoyed my snoring company?"

"I loved your snoring company."

You leaned in and kissed Matt once more, tangling your hands behind his neck. Matt's hands pulled you in by your waist, pressing his chest to yours. In the middle of the kiss, you realised that your mission was halted.

You pulled back from the kiss and dragged your hands down his sides. Matt's body became stiff under your feathery touch.

"Coffee?" you asked, stepping away from his grasp.

"Sounds good"

Matt followed you to their kitchenette and pulled out his cup.

You leaned against his back, your chest pressed against his back, to get another cup. You ran your finger along his exposed forearm as you reached towards the cupboard.

Your breath fanned against his ears eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him.

Taking advantage of his reaction you huskily whispered in his ears.

"Sorry, couldn't reach it"

Matt cleared his throat and removed the collar button of his shirt. It was suddenly getting a little hot in his small law firm.

You hummed the tune of your favourite song and swayed, occasionally leaning your chest on Matt's arms as you waited for the coffee.

Matt was starting to feel a small tension build within himself. You weren’t teasing him and yet he felt the urge to strip you naked and consume you raw on his desk. Maybe because he hadn't had you in a week.

Matt's head shot up realising what you had been doing ever since you got here.

Of course. I should’ve known when you came in wearing that dress.

He caught up with your mischievous mission and it would only be right to reward you for being sneakily sexy.

Matt turned towards you and circled his arms around your waist, higher than he usually holds you, resting his hand just below your breast.

“What are you doing, Matty?”

“Don’t act all innocent, darling. I know what you’re up to.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just making coffee.” you twist under his firm hold gesturing towards the coffee maker.

“Sure, you are.” Matt says while turning off the coffee maker and swiftly lifting you up in his arms. Coffee wasn’t going to keep him up all night.

His sudden movement catches you off guard making you squeal in excitement. You circle your arms and legs around his muscular frame as he carries you out of the kitchenette and towards his office.

“I have to say. I am very impressed with how sneaky you were. Good girl.” Matt drops his tone making you shudder in his arms.

He stood in front of his office door and tried to unlock it with one hand.

Laughter filled the silent office as you watched Matt struggle to open the door.

“Wait. Wait. Let me help you with that.” you giggle as you remove one of your hands from behind his neck and unlock the door. Matt’s grip on you stays firm as ever.

He kisses your neck as you turn your head towards the doorknob, making you gasp as pleasure washes over you.

Matt kicks the door open with his legs and plops you down on his desk.

He stood tall between your legs and pushed the dress up exposing a large part of your thighs.

Hunger grumbles at your core as your arousal fills the room. It washes over Matt’s senses like a wave and crashes at his core making his pants tighter around his crotch.

You pulled Matt towards you and let all the pent up sexual tension and frustration fuel your desire, and kissed him.

Matt’s restrained grunt echoed in your mouth. You worked your hands on his tie, unlooping them hastily while Matt kneaded your hips pulling you closer to his tented slacks. His clothed cock brushed against your inner thighs and you pulled him impossibly closer to you by his unlooped tie. Matt slid the sleeve of your dress down your arm and tugged on the hair in the nape of your neck, his hungry mouth never leaving yours as you undo his belt. The pen stand and paper files on his desk cluttered on the floor. You both were really going to make a mess.

Gasps and sighs fill the empty office of Nelson, Murdock, and Page as Matt devoured your neck brewing hickeys for tomorrow. Your desire gets frantic and you pull his earlobe between your teeth, evoking a pained snarl from Matt.

“I want you to fuck me, counsellor.” You look into his sightless hazel eyes as they grow hasty.

“How do you want me, sweetheart?” Matt almost growled like an animal ready to feast on its prey.

“I want you everywhere, Matthew.”

You yelp as Matt tugs you towards the edge of the desk and gets down on his knees. You rest your hands, behind you, for support.

An unrestrained moan breaks out of your lips looking at him get on his knees for you.

His signature smirk appears on his face listening to your passionate noises.

Matt kissed the inside of your thighs, pulling your dress up simultaneously, before he bit the skin above the waistband of your panties.

You yelped and one hand flew towards him to pull on his dishevelled hair.

He bit one side of your panties and hooked a finger on the other side and pulled it down your legs. Instead of discarding it away on the floor he pocketed it in his tight slacks.

The sweet and tangy smell of your slick filled his nostrils. He licked his lips and dove right into your wetness.

Matt’s tongue performed a well choreographed ballet on your sensitive cunt. Your moans and whimpers served as his orchestra.

Chills washed over you as you felt the tight knot in your stomach coming undone. Matt sensed how close you were and lapped his tongue ferociously. You shuddered, struggling to keep yourself up on his desk. As if reading your thoughts, Matt’s hand travelled up your torso and pushed you down on his desk, his mouth never halting the dance. He kept his hand on the bulge of your breasts and pinched your hardening nipples covered by layers of clothing.

Your hand reached out to grasp on to the edge of the desk to ground yourself and not slip into a different world. Your other hand kept its grip on Matt’s soft hair.

“Matt, please!” you cried out, unable to continue this journey.

“Please, what, darling?” his voice muffled by your supple skin around him.

“Ma- Counsellor, please. Please make me cum.”

Matt moved away from your aching heat and caught his breath.

“Good girl. Now cum for me. Cum on my tongue like my good little slut.”

And that was your weakness. The way his words strip you off your senses. So commanding yet considerate.

You arch your back trying to get more of Matt’s mouth on your cunt. You painfully whimpered as his tongue entered your tight walls and his skillful fingers played with your clit. He pumped his tongue in and out, in a frantic pace, making you blurt out incoherent words. Matt groaned into your wet pussy as you clenched around his tongue and spilled your sweet essence into his mouth.

You struggled to catch your breath as Matt lifted you off his desk and kissed you, pouring his need into mouth. The taste of your juice mixed with Matt’s saliva was making you both dizzy.

Your hunger burnt like the fires of hell. Still not satisfied, you pushed yourself off the desk and continued tangling in Matt’s mouth. Your hand dropped to his bulge. He was hard and wet with his leaking pre-cum, aching for you. You kissed Matt’s exposed neck and started to make your way down to his thick cock when he pulled you up, stopping you from wanting him in your mouth.

“Oh no. You don’t get to taste me, sweetie.” Matt’s voice was heavy with greed.

“But I want to make you feel good!” you mewled.

“Oh, you want to make me feel good? Aren’t you such a darling? Well, then, be good for me, let me have you as I wish…okay?”

Ever the gentleman.

“Mhmm, yes please, counsellor!” you whined softly.

Matt kept walking you backwards towards the wall as he unzipped your dress and slipped the sleeves down your arms. Your dress pooled around your waist as Matt undid the clasps of your bra. He pulled them off of you and pocketed it as well.

Matt’s mouth latched itself onto your neck and shoulders, sucking and biting the tender skin, making you moan as pain and pleasure wove and unwove. His calloused hands kneaded your breasts like a baker kneading his dough. He rolled your erect nipples between his fingers making you shriek.

All of a sudden Matt flipped you and pushed your body towards the window, your boobs pressed onto the glass as he pulled your waist against his fully hard cock.

“Matt. Matt, what are you doing?”

“I told you. I’m having my way with you.”

“But, Matty! Against the window? Are you insane? What if someone sees Matt?”

“Should’ve thought about that before you pulled that little stunt sweetheart.” Matt leaned down and whispered into your ears. You watched through the corner of your eyes as he pulled down his boxers and pants. His painfully thick cock sprang free from its restraints.

“Plus, I’d never let anyone see my beautiful girl now, will I?” Matt said, stroking himself.

He put two of his fingers into your mouth asking you to lather your saliva onto them.

“Good girl. Now be my sweet little slut and open your legs wide.”

Your hands found their purchase on the glass as Matt teased your entrance with his swollen head. You pressed your heat onto him, begging him to fill you up already.

“Use your words.” Matt grunted.

“Uhhh...please Matty. Fuck me already!” Your words came out as a cry as Matt finally pushed himself into you, stretching you out.

His hands gripped your hips as he thrust into you with a painfully slow pace. Your mewls matched the tempo of his thrusts. You pushed your hip towards him and increased the pace as you fucked yourself on his girth.

Matt’s hand snaked around your neck and pulled your head back as his hips snapped into you breaking your movements and resuming his own. Matt’s thrusts were hard and slow.

“Matt, oh god! Faster. I need you to go faster.” you choked onto your words feeling his fingers press into your neck.

Matt obeyed your words and increased his pace but never stopped the force of his pumps.

Your stimulated pussy was clenching around Matt’s thickness. You were close to cumming, again.

The sounds of your sweet sobs and Matt’s hoarse grunts echoed through his tiny office.

You took one hand off of the window and rubbed your clit, trying to bring yourself closer to your release. Matt pulled your hand off and placed it back on the window and leaned on you, the slick on your fingers made impressions on the glass.

“No. Leave it to me.”

You scream in pleasure as Matt’s sturdy fingers circled your swollen bud. He drew mesmerising patterns on them, making your head spin.

The financial office next door was still working and you didn’t want them to know how you were being ruined in this little law firm. You swallowed your moans and left out broken cries but Matt had other ideas.

“Don’t hold back, darling. I know you want to scream my name- Ahhh fuck” Matt moaned as your walls fluttered around him.

“I want them to know what a perfect little girl you are.” Matt’s voice was breathy as he struggled to keep his composure.

Your debauched whimpers echoed like a mesmerising melody.

"Say my name. Louder, I want them to hear you. I want them to know who's destroying your sweet little cunt"

“Ahhhh, Maaatt. Oh gods! Yes!” pleasure rang in your ears as Matt thrusted into you mercilessly.

Matt pulled out and turned you around to face him, nudging you to jump. He pushed you against the translucent glass of his office. Your legs locked behind him, pushing him closer to you, almost merging with your body. Matt's hands rested on your ass, supporting your weight on him, while his mouth created sinful patterns on your neck and collar bone.

"You can take it baby, don't you wanna be a good girl for me?"

A desperate moan escaped your mouth in response.

He knew you were close. He knew you were breaking under his hold but he wanted to push you further. It was only right considering what you had been doing to him all afternoon.

You thread your hands in his hair and pull on to it as he repeatedly hits your swollen walls. His face now rested in the cavity of your chest, smushed between your breasts. His strained grunts vibrated through your chest and hit a spot in your stomach, erupting butterflies.

He sucked on your right breast causing a shudder to run through your enveloped body. Your mouth hung open, the blinding pleasure taking your ability to make sounds away from you. Your wet walls clenched around Matt's thick cock.

"Oh, you're so wet for me, you're just my little fucktoy aren't you? I know you can cum for me one more time. Please sweetheart. Let me hear you. Let me taste you."

"Ah, Ma-aatt! Oh I- I am so- So close" your words were breathy and broken. You looked down at Matt's blissed out expression.

He was very close, too. He was ready to shatter under your soft grasp. But he wanted you to coat him in your juices before he released his inhibitions into you.

You were entranced in all the sounds you were evoking from Matt. His moans, his sobs, his grunts, his words broken by your passionate assault, the sloppy sound of your skin slapping against his. The greatest music composition would lower its head in shame to all the sounds he made.

Matt was in a trance himself. Your sweet smell mixed with his tart taste, your almost inaudible squeaks, your pleased hums, all your desperate, filthy noises flooded his senses.

Matt’s coordinated and reckless pounding stuttered as beams of bliss lighted him from the inside.

“I- I’m gon- gonna cum. Sweetheart, I- oh God I want to fill you up. Can I?” Matt’s restrained voice, and breathless grunts pushed you closer to your edge.

“Yes! Please, Matthew!” you shrieked as you felt Matt twitch inside your compressing walls. Your nails clawed into his shirt covered shoulders making Matt hiss in pain.

“Please, counsellor, cum for me! Cum inside me!”

You screamed blissfully as your juice flushed out onto his cock buried deep in you. Matt let go of all his restraints as he bucked his hips a few times and released his salty essence into your velvety walls.

You both stayed glued together trying to catch your breath as you came down from your highs.

Matt buried his face as he released puffs of hot air on your neck and you rested your head on his trying to sober up from the endorphin rush.

“I think I should pay more visits during lunch breaks” you said, still breathless from your acts of passion.

“Yeah, you should” Matt chuckled and kissed the sensitive spot behind your ear.

He placed you down, steadying you in his arms as your legs wobbled.

“Lift your leg” Matt said, taking your panties from his pocket and pulling them up. He halted mid thigh and ran a single finger along the length, gathering his cum dripping out of your pussy. He stood up and without needing any instructions you opened your mouth and sucked his finger clean.

“Such a good girl. My good girl.” He said as he pecked your lips. You shivered as he spoke and reached down to pull your panties up.

You both cleaned yourself up and Matt cleaned his office while you went on to wash your face in the kitchenette.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Matt stood by the door with his cane in one hand and your bag in the another.

“Mhmm” you hummed taking your bag from him and looped your hand in his arm.

“Now, we must hurry.” Matt sounded impatient.

“Why? What happened? Is everything okay?”

“Oh no, it’s not. I’m not done with you yet.” Matt kissed the corner of your lips and walked by your side with a cheeky grin.

A shy smile crept up your lips as you shook your head. His poor neighbours were going to complain tomorrow morning.

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littlelioncub43 · 3 years ago

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Games and Lectures Pt. 1

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: cheating at Monopoly, implied smut, fluff

Summary: Game night always leads to fun when Steve Rogers is around...Most of the time.

A/N: This was based on another ask I sent to the lovely @slothspaghettiwrites (I sent her a shit load of horny thots, most of which I am rewriting into full drabbles or fics!). I hope you like it, baybeeees! If you have any requests or suggestions, by all means send them in! I wanna hear your beautiful, horny or wholesome ideas. If you’re interested in being added to my tag list, please tell me! I have a lot of ideas and fics in the works. I love you! Kisses

Game night at the Avengers’ compound was a big deal. Being a part of the Avengers team was stressful; life and death situations, mission after mission, briefings, meetings, and training really takes it out of a person. So the best way for you all to unwind in a wholesome, family-friendly way was boardgames. Yes, it may sound strange: a group of super soldiers, scientists, and spies all playing Monopoly in their pajamas on a Thursday night, but that was your schedule. Thursdays were game nights, Friday was movie night, and Saturday was date night for the few Avengers who actually had dates.

The current game of Monopoly was just coming to a close, only you and Steve were in the game. The others never seemed to manage their money efficiently, which you’d told them time and time again. Steve was barely holding on, his money stacks looked bald and sparse. It was his turn, and as luck would have it, he landed on Tennessee Avenue; which happened to be the only property you owned with a hotel on it.

“DAMN IT!” He exclaimed with a grimace, your laughter as the well as the cheers from your friends celebrated your “clean" victory.

“Better luck next time, kid! Now! Money, please!” you grinned at him with your hand outreached. He shakes his head and reluctantly hands over the rest of his money.

“Well, as fun as that was, I’m going to hit the hay,” Clint said with a well timed yawn. A chorus of “me too”s fell from the tired lips of the rest of the group.

“Loser has to clean up, Stevie,” you reminded him before he could sneak out.

“So close,” he whispers before turning back with a groan to clean up the living room. “The mess they make,” Steve says with a fond chuckle, the money was all over the coffee table and floor, plates and cups laid here and there, the cushions of the couch pulled out and tossed across the room.

“It was fun,” you say with a smile, “especially the part where I beat you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Steve responded playfully, “how do you always win?”

“Simple: I always cheat,” he nearly breaks his neck whipping his head to stare at you surprised.

“You cheat?? How?” He’s appalled and you can tell. You roll your eyes, already seeing him plan the lecture he’s about to give you.

“I take money from the bank,” you say matter-of-factly. You really shouldn’t have told him, but how could you lie to him? His sweet eyes hidden by sweeping lashes always seemed to be your downfall.

“You take money from the bank,” he repeats, clearly not happy. “So every time you’d won, you have been taking money from the bank?” but it was more of a statement.

Knowing Steve Rogers, he could lecture you on the immorality and unjustness of your sticky fingers for hours. Which is what he did. It was going on 2 hours when you just couldn’t take it anymore. Both of you were sitting on the couch as he told you how unfair it was, how he could have won, and how he’ll be watching you more closely next week.

“Stevie, baby, please shut up,” you plead with an exasperated sigh.

“But you cheated! It’s so unfair if you take–“ he began.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhut up,” you whisper at him, a finger over his lips.

Agitation growing in his chest, he pushes your hand away. “Oh, make me, doll,” he says with a bite in his tone.

Another sigh leaves your lips as he begins to speak again, “alright,” you mutter to yourself.

“I still can’t believe that yo–“ you crawl into his lap, straddling him, your lips press against his to stop him from continuing. He blinks a few times, surprised and unsure if you’re actually in his lap kissing him. When he feels your hand move through his hair to cradle his head, he finally shuts his eyes.

His hands finding a natural position on your hips and back, pulling you into him. A deep sigh releases from his lungs as he relaxes into the kiss. A smirk forms on your lips when you feel his tongue shyly asking for permission to enter your mouth. You grant him his wish, and deepen the kiss even more with a tilt of your head. Your tongues meet and swirl around together sensually. Raking your hands through his blonde locks pulls a shiver and deep groan from the super soldier beneath you.

The simple action has his head spinning. What was he complaining about? He can’t remember, it was probably something stupid. All he can think of it the feeling of your plush lips pressed against his, and your soft tongue massaging his own. He clings to you, his strong hands trying to hold you closer than humanly possible. Finally, you pull back to fill your lungs with air. Your foreheads touching softly, his big blue eyes looking at you through his lashes.

“Now, isn’t that much better, Stevie?” You ask in a hushed whisper. Steve’s grip tightens at the nickname and he swallows the lump in his throat before nodding.

“Ye-yes,” he says in between breaths. His eyes flick between your eyes and your bruised lips before he slowly eases forward, his own smirk forming on his face when he saw your eyes close. You let him take the lead, his dominance surging. You feel a large hand holding the back of your neck to keep you in place with he devours your mouth. It’s your turn to shiver and let out a small moan, your fingers pulling at the collar of the plain black t shirt he wears to bed.

The air seems to have been sucked out of the room, the kiss dizzying as his tongue passionately wrestles with yours. It’s when your playfully nip at his bottom lip that he growls, the noise sending a wave of arousal to the growing wet spot in between your thighs. It’s also then that you feel something hard pushing into your core. Instinctively you roll your hips to grind on him softly.

“Sweetheart,” he growls again, warning you against moving anymore. He moves down your neck, pressing sloppy, wet kisses to the column of your neck.

“Stevie,” you moan directly in his ear, and he’s sure he’s never heard anything more angelic in his entire life. He latches on to your throat, sucking a love bite into your tender skin, “Oh, God, Steve!!” you cry out, thighs tightening around his waist.

“Fuck, come’ere” he grunts before slamming his lips against yours again. His hands grip your ass in a tight grip, leaving bruises in their wake. Lifting you effortlessly into the air, your legs naturally lock around his strong middle and your arms around his neck.

He stumbles his way to the elevator and presses your back against the wall, grinding his hard cock into your now drenched core. The ride to his floor passes in a blur, and before you know it he tosses you onto his bed. Standing over you, his pretty blue eyes are blown wide, dilated with lust, watching you squirm for him on his bed. Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you subconsciously rub your thighs together at the sight before you: Steve Rogers, lips bruised pink and slick with spit, his normally perfectly brushed hair a tangled mess from your fingers raking through it, chest heaving, and his cock straining against the front of his grey sweatpants.

“Tell me what you want, Sweetheart,” he whispers, his eyes drinking in your curvy form shamelessly.

“I want you, Stevie,” you bite your lip and look up at him with doe eyes, “Please?” And it absolutely kills him. He finds his place above you within seconds, pressing his body into yours eagerly.

“You’ll have all of me, Angel,” he promises with a smirk, “every inch of me.”

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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tuxedo iii, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, mentions of previous jungkook x reader

summary: It’s the next morning. Your cat is still a man. Fuck. He still thinks he owns the place, including you. Sigh. Well, you still have to do your job, because, yikes, your cat-man has spent a small fortune on new clothes (spending like he’s got a black card, what’s up with that?). Ah, but... maybe both of you are starting to finally acknowledge that he might be a more man than cat – at least for the time being...?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, mentions of the coronavirus pandemic; possibly full-on crack; mentions of and a tiny bit of smut (fem reader, spanking, doggy, unintentional??? voyeurism, dry humping / thigh riding); domestic and soft moments with your cat-man; non-idol!AU - cat!Yoongi x human!reader; ft slightly cocky Jeon Jungkook (+drama!!!) and bestfriend!Kim Seokjin; breaking of the fourth wall; are YOU a furry? yeah, I kinda think you are

*deep breath* I reference a certain boat that was stuck in the Suez Canal, Yoongi's livestream where he poked himself in the nose with the coffee straw, his love for tangerines, too many Twitch chat memes, that time his mom called him a boiled dumpling, 'BST' pink pajama Yoongi, DTS, TXT's 'Cat & Dog', etc...

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part i | part ii

You woke up slowly.

A perfect, peaceful morning. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Neck cradled by your memory foam pillow? Check. Back well supported by your soft mattress? Check. Not sleeping on your sofa and destroying your spine? Check. Hey, you’re moving up in life! Ah, what a normal day already. You opened your eyes a crack; vision blurred from the morning sunlight filtering through your curtains. Bundled in your minty-green duvet? Check. Wearing your extra soft black-and-white striped pajamas? Check.

Large pale human hand firmly gripping your right titty? Check.

Wait…

What?

Your eyes snapped open and flew to your left.

Min Yoongi's face was centimeters from yours, buried into your pillow, messy bedhead sticking out everywhere. Black choker with the tiny silver bell around his neck. Still had those black velvety pointed cat ears and glowing pale skin, pretty pink lips ever-so-slightly upturned, warm exhale against your ear.

Your cat still a disturbingly handsome man?

Ah, yup, check.

His hand was on your right breast, fingers molded to the soft curve. A quick glance and, whew, he was still fully dressed in his black t-shirt and sweatpants from yesterday. Yes, fully, completely dressed. Shit, what if he caught you staring? You quickly flickered your eyes up at the ceiling, hastily wiping the drool away from your mouth. Whoa there. That would be embarrassing if he caught that.

Also, kind of gross. Don’t be gross. Keep it together.

Hahaha…

Well, yup, this was still awkward, the whole hand-on-the-titty thing, hahaha, but not as awkward as it would be if, hahaha, you accidentally, oh, don't know, hahaha, got really, really, really disgustingly drunk and, hahaha, had somehow lost all impulse control and, hahaha, fucked your cat?

Man.

Cat-man.

Hahaha, that would never happen. You’d make sure of that.

...

Unless?

No, no, no, stop, he's your cat, your cat, he's literally been a (cat) man for one fucking day, albeit a incredibly hot, deliciously built (cat) man who put your facial massager on your nipple and let you touch his human dick in the shower and he was hard for a hot second, so... no, no, no, stop, you are not a desperate thot, get a fucking grip – well, you kind of are – but not him, for fuck’s sake, you still don't understand what the fuck is going on or if he even remotely likes you and, let's face it, he probably doesn’t because you almost paid a guy to chop off his nuts–

"Are you dying?"

You choked on air and lurched sharply at the sudden deep, raspy voice. The grip on your right breast tightened, preventing you from moving away. You did what any sensible human being would do in this situation and wheezed like you were on the verge of passing out.

"Urk!"

"Do you have high blood pressure?" Yoongi yawned calmly, turning his face to the side to avoid breathing in your face, thereby pressing his body even closer to you. Your neck and ears heated to five billion degrees. "Your heart's beating abnormally fast. Maybe you should see a doctor."

You definitely needed to see a doctor for something as well as several gallons of holy water and a priest to get an exorcism for that horny demon inside you.

"Y-Your hand!"

Yoongi grunted. "What about it?"

What about it???

"It's on my tits!" you squeaked.

Yoongi lifted his head, squinting. "It is." Then his head dropped and he closed his eyes again.

HELLO, Min Yoongi? That's ALL you have to say???

"Is there a problem?"

IS THERE A PROBLEM???????

"I've always slept like this," he mumbled.

That's... true though. Your tuxedo cat, previously named Shooky until you realized he had his own name, did used to always sleep next to you, when he wasn’t trying to murder you by sitting on your chest, that is (he was adamant on letting you know when he needed breakfast). Usually, your cat was splayed out by your left side, his long body extended and pressed against you, his white, sock-like paws encircling your arm. Shooky had basically been a small furry heater that kicked you sometimes in his sleep.

Keyword: small.

"Y-You w-were a cat!" you sputtered.

"I'm still a cat."

"No, you're a man! With arms!"

"The reach is a little farther. Who cares?"

WHO CARES???????

Before you could very loudly inform Yoongi who exactly cared – that’s you, by the way, yes, you – he wrapped his arms around you and yanked your body to his, turning you into a red-hot chili pepper with the amount of heat your face was now emitting. Then his free hand grabbed your other titty. Without asking! Without even so much as buying you dinner or, hell, giving you a goddamn cracker! You didn't need to be wined and dined, but at least a single fucking snack before using your tits like his own personal stress ball!

Yoongi pressed your back into his chest.

You froze.

He pressed his crotch into your ass, shivering slightly.

Your soul left your body.

"Ugh, this human body is terrible," Yoongi muttered. "Always so cold. I need this extra body heat or I'll die."

You'll die? YOU’LL DIE?

You were pretty sure that you were already dead. Rest in peace.

Hang on.

Something was stuck in a very specific place, quite similar to a far-too-large boat in a narrow canal.

"Um."

Er...

"What?" your cat-man grunted.

"Your..." You gulped. "Dick."

"What about it?"

"You, uh... have morning wood."

"Is that a human euphemism?" he grumbled impatiently, clear annoyance in his tone. "I don't understand your species. Wouldn't it be easier to be straightforward and explain yourself clearly?"

A muscle in your eye twitched, reaching breaking point.

"Your dick is rock-hard and you're shoving it between my ass cheeks!"

"Yeah, so? It's cold too."

Your irritation fizzled out at Yoongi’s self-assured, completely calm response. In fact, he sounded borderline bored and exasperated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His hard dick was cold, so he put it in the warmest place he could find, your ass, duh. Nothing weird about it, of course. Your mind reeled, unable to compute what the fuck was going on. Thus, your body did what it did best in these moments where you did not want to give a response that would most certainly expose you and your dire need to get dicked.

Not deal with it, of course.

You fainted.

"Fuck!"

You shot out of bed at the harsh yell, tangled in the covers, barely registering that Yoongi no longer had a death grip on your tits – in fact, he was no longer in bed at all – and stumbled towards the source of the sound, highly disoriented, your earlier fainting spell turning you into a bumbling mess.

Admittedly, not that different from your usual self.

(Ouch, roasted.)

"What, what, what?" you croaked, running into the doorframe of the bedroom and nearly taking yourself out.

Might as well, maybe it would have been a blessing in disguise, considering the way your life was going.

You finally tumbled your way to the kitchen, where your cat-man was hissing at the pan on the stove.

"I was trying to make eggs," Yoongi spat, pointing accusingly at the frying pan. His ears were flat and his tail was sticking straight up. "And then it attacked me."

If you had three functioning brain cells, you would have remembered Yoongi putting his morning wood between your ass cheeks this morning, but alas, you only had two at the moment – you did run into the doorframe, might have lost one there – so instead you nudged him aside and rolled up your sleeves, taking the pan and shaking it so the eggs wouldn't burn.

"Was it the oil? Sometimes it pops," you asked as Yoongi continued death glaring at the pan.

"I saw you doing this yesterday. You didn't seem bothered," he mumbled, finishing with a low, angry hiss as if the pan was sentient and mocking him. The oil popped and seared your forearm, but at this point you maybe had five hair follicles total on your arms with how many times hot oil had splattered in you. It used to bother you when you were a kid, but years of cooking had desensitized the feeling, turning it to nothing more than a mere annoyance. Yoongi stayed behind you, intermittently letting out hisses of rage as you cooked.

"I told you, my dad's a chef. You get used to it," you said, tipping the pan and flipping the thin egg pancake with ease.

"That's bizarre," Yoongi muttered. "No normal animal gets used to pain."

Normality was starting to become a bit of a foreign concept to you. As for being an animal, well…

You took the pan off the heat and rolled the egg onto a plate with a spare set of chopsticks, turning it into a log shape. A literal egg roll, ready to be sliced into bite-sized pieces. You took a sniff. It seemed to be seasoned already. Had Yoongi simply copied what you did yesterday? His observation skills were insane.

"Then again, you seem to enjoy–"

"Yoongi," you blurted, not wanting to know what he thought you seemed to enjoy, but very sure it was going to be one-hundred-percent embarrassing and only for you. "There's some leftover beef and vegetables in the fridge you can have with the egg and rice."

He raised his eyebrows. "Beef? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Because I was asleep and maybe half-dead? "Did you brush your teeth?' you asked suddenly.

Yoongi scowled. "Unfortunately."

"Right, so should I, goodbye now."

You marched away hurriedly, trying not to think about how your cat had surely witnessed you getting spanked while being fucked from behind by none other than, surprise, surprise, his not-so-favorite human being, Jeon Jungkook. Tattoo guy strikes again. The worst part was, you couldn't lock the door on your cat either, because then he would meow incessantly while you were getting deep-dicked and that was even worse.

"Your cat really likes you, huh?" Jungkook mused as you yanked open the bedroom door to the black-and-white tuxedo furball.

"Like is a strong word," you muttered at your cat, who yawned and sauntered past you to his cat tree, acting like he owned the damn place.

"I like you."

"Hah... wait, what?"

Jungkook grinned as your eyes found his. Took a while. You were a little distracted by his nakedness. His tattoos up his right arm. His tan skin. His muscles. His white teeth biting on his lower lip, tiny mole underneath flashing. His long black hair, framing dark chocolate eyes and teasing, cocked eyebrow.

"I like you," he repeated, voice deep and sexy.

You turned red and made the most coherent noise you could.

“... Urk?”

“Noona.”

Why did he look so fucking hot and disrespectful at the same time when saying an honorific?

Jungkook came up to you, hand cupping your head and tangling his fingers in your hair. He brought his face close to yours, lips brushing against your swollen ones, taking your breath away.

"Wanna go back to me spanking you while you get off on my dick?"

Respectfully, of course.

"How much rice do you want?"

You started, poking yourself in the nose with your toothpaste-covered toothbrush and smearing mint up your nostril – almost as bad as poking a coffee straw up your nose during a livestream in front of millions of people, yikes – as Yoongi appeared behind you, breaking you out of the memory. Your cat-man watched you with mild disgust and displeasure as you coughed and dunked your head into the sink, hurriedly rinsing off your burning nose.

"Whatever, I'll just fill it halfway."

And he left you sputtering, pajamas and hair soaking wet in your haste.

Awesome.

“I’m ordering some groceries,” you announced in between bites of rice and egg. You tapped lightly at the phone screen as you spoke. Green onions, tofu, cucumbers… “Do you want anything?”

“Meat.”

You swiped rapidly and added packages of chicken, pork, and beef into your cart. Why the fuck not? You like meat. All kinds of–

“Yes, Yoongi, I’m getting meat. Anything else?”

“What else is there?”

You made a face and handed him your phone. “All sorts of things. Household products too, in case you don’t want to smell like my soap.”

“Your soap is preferable,” he said absentmindedly, scrolling through the online grocery app. You continued eating, shoving things in your mouth and none of it dick. Sad. At least it tasted good. Your cat-man had seasoned the egg well. You jumped as Yoongi spoke again. “I want these.” He turned the phone around.

You squinted at the screen, staring at a picture of orange balls. “Tangerines? Why?”

He turned the phone back to him. “They’re small, round, and look tasty.”

You blinked at him, then shrugged. “Sure, why not? I guess your palette might have changed. Try whatever you want.”

He pursed his lips and pressed a few buttons as you ate. You realized you needed to order more groceries now that your cat was a man eating your human food and no longer a cat eating his rather expensive cat food. Sigh. You had put Shooky’s cat bowls in a cabinet earlier this morning before sitting down to eat. It seemed weird leaving them out on the floor like that. Kind of offensive, maybe, now that your cat was a man and all…

“Okay, I ordered it.”

“Ah, okay, that’s good. They’ll probably come later this week.”

After breakfast, you spent nearly half an hour with Yoongi trying to pick out something for him to watch from your various streaming services, only for him to select a historical drama series. Like what? You cat (man) wanted to watch historical drama out of all things? Instead of learning about the modern world, he wanted to watch a depiction of the past?

Whatever, it had seventy-seven episodes, so at least he would be occupied for a while.

You let him be and went to your computer, intending on getting some editing done. Sure, the universe decided your cat was a man now, but you still needed to pay for said cat-man’s existence. You still didn’t know what you were going do to with all that cat food, cat toys, cat tree… ugh, this was all a problem for future you, not present you.

Present you needed to splice five-hundred images of PepeHands together and overlay it over a League of Legends one-shot compilation.

Uh, so, it was this meme of a green frog named Pepe holding up his anthropomorphic hands in despair, therefore coining the term PepeHands for a particular Twitch chat emote… never mind, it just meant you were spending some time video editing for a gaming YouTuber and it required concentration, shitty memes, and well-timed captions. And you were getting paid good money to do this.

Yeah, it’s a weird world.

You sat at your desktop and got to work, doing the rough cuts of the video first. Thankfully, the YouTuber had already sent you the timestamps of the noteworthy moments, therefore making your job a lot easier. You spent several hours compiling the clips before adding your extra flair and effects. You had a library of images and sound bites that you commonly used (including Goofy singing Evanescence's ‘Bring Me to Life’) and was in the middle of grayscaling a video clip and adding the familiar audio of all around me are familiar faces before being scared shitless.

“Woof.”

You swore someone was singing ‘Mad World’ as they were narrating your life right now.

“Gah!”

You jerked in your seat to see Yoongi leaning over behind you, eyebrow raised as you gawked at him.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” you exclaimed, pulling back an earcup of your headset.

He frowned. “How can I sneak up on you?” He flicked the silver bell on the black choker around his neck, making it jingle cheerfully. “You put stupid thing on me, remember?”

You winced. “Well, I’d take it off, but there’s some kind of voodoo magic on that shit – and hey, don’t change the subject! You have that weird cat thing where you’re silent no matter what.”

Yoongi looked unbothered. “Weird cat thing? Thought you said I was a man?”

“Thought you said you were a cat?” you shot back.

You glared at him and he gave you a blank expression. Then he cocked his head to your desk.

“Your phone is flashing.”

You jerked your head to see your phone screen flicker. You grabbed it off you desk and unlocked it, checking your messages. Five messages from – ah, but of course – your best friend. Kim Seokjin.

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

You pursed your lips. With the pandemic and all, you hadn’t visited Seokjin in forever, but every week he would text you, asking for a photo of your cat and he would send you a picture of his sugar glider. With every week being the same and nothing interesting of note happening, it was hard to think of conversation topics. Therefore, Seokjin and you came up with this weekly event so your friendship wouldn’t deteriorate. Also, both of you were serious introverts, so he spent most of this pandemic playing MapleStory while you spent most of it on your couch watching Netflix with your cat. It was a miracle you two hadn’t morphed into actual potatoes yet.

You glanced at Yoongi, who was inspecting his nails and picking at them. You frowned and batted at his hand. He frowned back and smacked yours, harder. You glared at him. He gave you a vacant stare, as if he had done nothing.

“Why are you picking at your cuticles?” you muttered, going back to your phone and sending Seokjin an old picture of Shooky. You couldn’t exactly send him a picture of current Shooky. He was… well, currently not a cat. You stared at the picture of the fluffy tuxedo cat curled into a ball, asleep in your lap on the couch.

That moment wasn’t even that long ago.

Somehow, it felt like ages since you had last petted that furry butt.

“Hm, dunno. Occupies my hands, I guess,” Yoongi replied distractedly.

“Well, you shouldn’t. It’s not good for you.” You noticed you had another message from the local delivery service, saying a package had arrived at your doorstep. You stood, placing your phone on the desk and looked at Yoongi, who was staring at his old cat tree, the one by the window. When he was a cat, he used to poke his head between the curtains and look outside, watching the birds. It was his favorite haunt.

Now…

“Why’d you say woof?” you asked abruptly, giving him a quizzical look. “I thought you were a cat.”

Yoongi shrugged, tearing his eyes away from the cat tree to give you an uninterested stare. “Thought it would surprise you more. You’ve heard meow for long enough.”

You furrowed your brow. “Why would you want to surprise me?”

He shrugged again. “I was bored.”

“… You were bored so you decided to sneak up and scare the shit out of me?”

He paused, black tail swishing back and forth, pointed ears perked. Then he nodded.

“Yup.”

Sigh.

You lugged in the huge cardboard box, Yoongi standing out of sight of the front door as you huffed and puffed with your weak arms. Okay, it wasn’t even that big, but it was quite heavy and you weren’t exactly John Cena. Your arms were about as strong as a bowl of overcooked ramyeon noodles and that was putting it kindly. You weren’t the working out type. People who worked out diligently were dog people. People who preferred sleeping as their primary workout regimen had cats. What were the kinds of people who had cat-men then? The kind of people who like sleeping, but also needed a…

(You already know the answer.)

Yoongi snapped the door closed the second you managed to pull it on far enough to do so.

“You look like a boiled dumpling,” he commented.

“At least I’m delicious food,” you wheezed, inspecting the box. You recognized the clothing brand. “Is this the stuff your ordered? How did it come so fast?”

“I selected next-day delivery.”

You paled.

“I need clothes as soon as possible, don’t I? Or should I go back to being naked, since you’re a pervert?”

You choked, ears burning. “I’m not a pervert!”

“Mhm.”

You tried not to think about the hit on your wallet as you grabbed your keys from the side table and opened the box, seeing all the plastic packages inside. Monotone, in white or black. Figures. You tipped the box to the side and the clothes spilled out, tumbling all over the floor. It took a firm shake to dump it all on the ground. You got on your hands and knees to spread them out, tossing the cardboard aside carelessly to shift through the items. Hopefully, Yoongi had read the listings and selected the correct sizes. From your brief glance, you noticed the tops were quite oversized. Maybe he liked that fit? He had been quite a fluffy cat.

You spotted the packing slip with all the prices listed. You fished it out and then heard a thunk-thunk-thunk, the sound of cardboard on hardwood. Huh?

You looked up to see Yoongi swatting the box around.

“What… are you doing?”

He shrugged. “Investigating.”

You blinked. “Investigating what?”

“Don’t know. I simply feel the need to investigate, thus I am doing so.”

You stared at Yoongi for several minutes as he continued to… uh, investigate (???) the cardboard box, holding it this way and that, smacking it around, watching the flaps bounce in the air as it rolled. His velvety ears perked upwards, sleek black tail swishing with interest.

His expression was completely neutral.

For the first time since becoming a human, you thought Yoongi was more cat than man.

“Uh… okay…”

You glimpsed down to the paper in your hands, seeing the total cost.

You felt the color drain out of your face.

My… wallet…

F in the chat.

You fainted.

You felt someone poking you in the head.

“Are you dead?”

You gasped and jerked up like a drown victim coming up for air, still in mild shock of the sudden financial hit of your cat becoming a man. It was okay. You weren’t poor. You just didn’t expect Yoongi to be a shopping like he owned a fucking black card.

“Did I spend too much?”

You snapped out of your stunned state at his soft tone. Yoongi wasn’t looking at you. He was kneeling on top of the pile of clothes, dark eyes on the paper in your shaking hands. With a start, you realized his words were heavy with guilt, his ears pointing downwards and tail tucked against the ground.

“No,” you said quickly, putting the receipt down. “No, Yoongi. I asked you to buy clothes, remember? And besides, it’s better for you to buy things you like and are interested in, rather than me wasting money on things you’ll never wear.”

He raised his head a little, eyes darting from your face to your hands.

You smiled at him, reaching up to pat his head and stroke the fur on his ears. “Hey, don’t worry. It’s only money. Money will never be more important to me than you, okay?”

For a second, you saw something flicker in Yoongi’s eyes. It was so fast that you barely caught it. Relief? Gratitude? Fondness? Then he ticked his head out of your hand, fair cheeks flushing pink.

“You… you don’t have to do that,” he muttered.

“O… oh.” For some reason, you felt a pang in your chest at his words. “R-right.”

Yoongi made eye contact with you, dark brown orbs guarded. He spoke quietly, without emotion.

“Do you wish this never happened?”

“What?” You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?”

He gestured to himself, waving a hand up and down carelessly. “This. Human me.”

Human me.

You answered instantly.

“No.”

Yoongi gave you the disbelieving side-eye.

You let out a sheepish puff of air. “I always kind of wished you were human.” You scratched the back of your head aimlessly. “No one listened to me like you did. Even if I was having the shittest day of all time, you always made it better. You were the best cat ever.” You chuckled, smiling up at him. “Sure, your species changed, but you’re still the same, right?”

His eyes shifted, his cheeks still a light pink. “I’m still a cat,” he mumbled awkwardly.

You raised your brows. “Mhm, is that why you were playing with the box?”

“I wasn’t playing with the box,” Yoongi huffed, sounding insulted.

“Then I’ll break it down and recycle it.”

“No,” he snapped firmly. “It’s useful. We’re keeping it.”

“We don’t need a box, Yoongi.”

He tutted. “Hmph, humans. So wasteful. A perfectly good box should be reused.”

“Right.”

You tried to hide your laugh as Yoongi refused to look you in the eye.

You left Yoongi to examine his new wardrobe on the floor. You tried to pick them up but he stubbornly remained on the pile of clothes, not letting you move them. When you stood up to leave, you asked him when he was going to move – he replied with, "When it feels right", just cat things, you supposed – and hurried off to export the edited video you were working on earlier. The due date was today and you had to review it for quality.

A certain quality.

A certain quality of... of...

Needing the money.

Because your cat (man) had spent fat chunk of it on clothes, only to be more interested in the box they came in and sitting on said clothes rather than the actual items themselves.

Sigh.

"I ordered the wrong color."

"Oh?" you muttered distractedly, clocking on the export button. You'd been going cross-eyed for the past two or three hours – had it really been that long? shit – and checked your phone to see Gukmul, Seokjin's white sugar glider, peering up at the camera on a white fluffy blanket. You smiled, typing a response to praise his cuteness, completely ignoring the fact that Seokjin had also stuck his handsome face in the photo, smiling with a thumbs-up next to his pet.

The reply was instant.

hello, acknowledge my BEAUTIFUL FACE

You deliberately didn't answer right away to piss Seokjin off even more.

"What's wrong with it?" you asked, looking up.

Your jaw dropped.

You dropped your phone.

Yoongi, your cat-man with excellent reflexes, made absolutely no move to catch it.

It smacked you in the calf and hit your toes – fucking ow, holy shit – before clattering to the floor. You had a protective phone case on it with a cute tuxedo cat graphic. The screen wouldn't crack with the protector on it. In this moment, however, you didn't give a shit about your smartphone, Kim Seokjin, or even the blinding pain in your foot. Nope.

You were ogling at Min Yoongi in pink silk pajamas.

We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to–

Oi!

No, don't you dare scroll past! You think you're clever or something?! Hm? Advertisements always happen at the most crucial parts, you say?

This is just an ad?

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STOP TRYING TO SCROLL PAST!!!

Jeon Jungkook stared at his phone.

At a very specific number.

He put it down, sighing a little, looking out the window instead. It was a nice day, but he couldn't enjoy it the way it was meant to be enjoyed. Pandemic and all that. He frowned, looking at the urban jungle surrounding him. Had he made a mistake moving here to the big city? Sometimes he wondered. Back then, he had moved to finish school and pursue his ambitions. Back then, his choice had seemed full of opportunities, but now.

What did he have, really?

A tiny apartment with a kind and understanding landlord. The world at his fingertips from his computer. Still a decent amount of savings left. Online courses that he needed to finish to get his film degree.

Loneliness.

He delved into his memories, smiling at the recollection of confused looks, awkward smiles, indignant huffs. So very unlike him to tease so much, but it was too fun and he hadn't felt the usual nervousness and shyness he had around others. There was something comforting about that smile, that apartment, and that fluffy tuxedo cat that loved to interrupt everything.

He shouldn't have played it off.

He shouldn't have distracted.

Not after he admitted it.

"I like you."

Jungkook said it to the air, to the memory. So vivid that he reached out to touch those lips, but then it all disappeared, just like that.

Ah.

He looked at the back of his phone, wondering. But now he was too nervous and shy to pick it up again. Why was that? When he was there, being seen by those surprised eyes, he could do and say shameless things. But far away, when he was alone, Jungkook was hesitating, suddenly afraid.

Sigh.

You sneezed.

Very loudly and jerking your head away from your cat-man in luxurious pink silk, jamming your nose into your elbow.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

You sniffed, rubbing your nose.

"Someone must be thinking about me..." you muttered.

Yoongi looked down, plucking the collar of the pajamas. "The cotton shirts are the same size, but for some reason this one fits tighter. Why is that? Is there no regulated sizing in human fashion?"

Dude, be glad you're not a girl, you thought dryly. "Might be the fabric," you coughed distractedly. Distractedly because you were staring at quite possibly the most gorgeous man in the history of men and you stared at a lot of men in your short lifetime, so you had experienced eyeballs.

Wait.

Man or cat-man?

Well, Yoongi was definitely the most gorgeous cat-man considering you were pretty sure there was only one in current existence.

His pointed ears stood straight up in interest, black hair messy from taking clothes on and off, fair cheeks and nose flushed pink, perhaps from physical exertion. Dark brown eyes sheepish, not quite looking at you. The black leather choker stood out on his neck, silver bell gleaming against his collarbones. The material was a mauve-pink silk, clinging to his lean body, showing off his shoulders and long limbs. The button-up shirt created a rather deep v-neckline, a sliver of pale chest visible. And his legs! His slim legs reminded you of a nimble dancer, ending in fuzzy black slippers.

There was a weird lump in one of the pant legs, going down his thigh.

Whoa.

"W-Why did you pick them?" you tried to ask in the least awkward way possible, attempting – and failing – to not to stare at his delectable thighs.

Yoongi shrugged. "They looked like the ones you have. I meant to get black, but I suppose I didn't read the listing closely enough. They're comfortable though," he mused before making a face. Your eyes bulged as there was a sudden jerk in his pants, creating a large tent in the crotch.

Alarms sounded off in your head, arousal shooting up like a rocket.

Oh.

Oh???

Oh!!!!!!!

"My tail is stuck," Yoongi grunted, lowering the back of the pink silk pants. The sleek black cat tail slid out, swishing in the air, tent in his pants gone.

Oh…

Right. The tail.

Because he's a cat... man.

Your inner thot was sad. Your dignity smacked you upside the head, highly disappointed in you for falling for that, then calmly shot down your arousal rocket with your shame. Oof.

"Can you show me how to sew so I can fix my own clothes from now on?" Yoongi asked as he readjusted the front of the silk shirt.

You bent down to pick up your phone, trying to do something with your face and hands to disguise your embarrassment and burning ears. "Yeah, of course." You placed it on your desk and turned back to face him.

Yoongi was right next to you.

Literally so close that you could feel his body heat.

"... Urk!"

You jumped in your seat, banging your knee against your desk and howling in pain, computer chair rolling and making you lose your balance, ass about to slip before Yoongi grabbed your chair and shoved it into the table, making you trip and fall back into the seat, head hitting the headrest a little too hard, seeing stars and rubber duckies for a second.

Wait, were they rubber duckies? They were white and glittery, almost as if they were made from snow…

Yoongi slapped you in the face.

“Ow!”

You rubbed your cheek, blinking rapidly to clear your vision before glaring at him.

“Checking if you were alive,” was his placid response.

Alright, it wasn’t that hard, but the unexpectedness of it still hurt. You frowned, only for the pain to slowly melt away, quickly being replaced by something else as you realized Yoongi was still half-leaning over you, a knee on your computer gaming chair to prevent it from rolling. The sting in your knee was temporarily forgotten. Yoongi spoke again, his voice low and deep, almost a sensual purr.

“You hit yourself pretty hard.”

He doesn’t know what’s he’s doing. It’s just a coincidence. A kitty-incidence, Seokjin would say.

Your eyes widened as Yoongi closed in, peering at your unfocused gaze. Now you could see down his shirt. Holy shit. Were you so deprived that you were getting mad horny from seeing Yoongi’s fucking clavicle and sternum?

Is that even a question?

Yes.

Yes, you were.

“You look like you did last night.”

“What?” you breathed, still unabashedly looking down his shirt.

“Your pupils are dilated.”

You froze. His cool fingertips were on your neck.

“Heartrate increased.”

You wanted to pull back, say, no, wait, don’t do that, but Yoongi was too close and his exhale was too feathery, brushing against your lips, and you couldn’t move, trapped in your chair, between him wrapped in pink silk and your mind reeling, him still playing fucking doctor while you were trying not to jump his half-covered ass.

“And that smell.”

You finally tore your gaze away, eyes drifting up to his.

You swallowed.

“S… smell?”

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

Ohnoohshitwhatifhecansmellmypus–

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed, surveying you closely. He was so close you couldn’t see his lips, only his dark brown orbs. He didn’t say anything. He smelled like your soap, reminding you of his naked body pressed against you in the shower. Your heartbeat was leaping to your throat, threatening to choke you with your own horniness. Honestly, at this point, would you even be surprised?

You chuckled nervously, clinging onto your last shreds of self-preservation, which, admittedly, were rapidly yeeting out of your hands.

“Hahaha… but you’re… a cat… yeah?”

Right?

Seconds passed.

Right???

Minutes passed.

RIGHT???????

Yoongi’s lashes lowered, not quite looking at your eyes. Staring at your lips.

“I’m a man too,” he whispered softly.

Your eyes widened.

Yoongi kissed you.

You were so shocked that you swore your eyes nearly left your head.

It was a soft kiss, his eyes closed, tilting his head slightly to fit better against yours, pressing you back into your chair. Your head hit the headrest and you gasped, your tongue lightly flicking his lips and they parted, his own tongue sliding against yours, gentle licks, your brain malfunctioning, but body remembering, hands coming up to grab his shirt and yank him closer, pressing back against him. He backed up a little at your suddenness, exhaling hard. Your eyes snapped open, suddenly aware of how forceful you were.

Yoongi looked away, pointed black ears flicking back and forth uneasily.

You kissed your cat. Man. Cat-man.

He’s been a man for not even two days and you just tried to make out with him like a demented beast!

“A-ah, Yoongi, no, I’m so sorry, I-I… please, I didn’t mean to…” you stuttered, letting go of him quickly, but also not wanting to let go, but you should, your hands getting confused by your mental signals, repeatedly clasping and unclasping the pink silk, not realizing that he wasn’t even trying to move away.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” Yoongi said slowly.

You clutched his shirt, staring at your white knuckles, unable to look at him directly.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… you’re so handsome, but I’m your owner… and I cracked…”

“What you are is a desperate, sexually deprived human.”

You jerked your head up, seeing his unreadable expression. “I-It’s been over a year–”

All of a sudden, Yoongi lowered his knee and grabbed you by the ass, scooting you down on the rolling chair. You yelped at the swift movement, gasping as your crotch collided with his thigh, wincing as you heard the squelch of your panties jamming into your soaked core.

Yikes.

Welp, you can’t hide that shit now.

“You like things like this, don’t you?” Yoongi murmured.

Your cheeks heated. “T…Things like w-what…?”

Oh, you knew what. You knew very well what, but you also couldn’t form coherent sentences.

His fingers sank into your ass and he pressed you into his thigh, rolling it into your heat. The whines tore out of your throat involuntarily, grabbing his arm and staring up at him with shaking eyes, seeing his curious gaze looking down at you.

“B-But, Yoongi… I’m your o-owner,” you panted, resolve slipping with every second, your hips already rocking into his thigh, the slippery thin fabric doing nothing to hide his lean muscle, your own thighs clamping around his leg. “I’m supposed to t-take care of y-you…”

And last more than two days, fucking shit, get it together!

But you couldn’t get it together, especially not as Yoongi’s voice dropped to a lower octave, one side of his lips curving upwards.

“It’s a little different now, isn’t it?” he drawled softly, lashes lowering, eyebrows raising, his black hair darkening his gaze. “Since I am now capable to take care of you too.”

You whimpered, losing it.

Just started freely humping his leg, self-preservation completely gone. Did he even know what he was capable of, really? Did he have any idea what he could do? Surely not.

Surely, he had no idea how good he could make you feel.

Yoongi bit the side of his lip, frowning. “How will can I make it feel better? I’m only cop…” He trailed off, furry ears anxiously flicking.

You tugged on his arm, getting his attention. “Angle your leg a little more downwards… Y-Yeah, like that…” He did as you instructed, his thigh now pressing down on your clit and your rocking hips moving faster, clinging to his arm and setting your jaw, moaning at the added pleasure. “A-ah… yeah, fuck… yes, I c-can… like this…”

“You can what?” Yoongi breathed, watching your face closely, firmly holding the armrests of the chair so it wouldn’t slide.

Your head tipped back a little, bucking harder into his thigh, so wet your juices were soaking through your leggings and drenching the pink silk, turning it darker, the strong scent of your sweet arousal clearly evident. Your eyes drifted to Yoongi’s dark orbs covered by black hair, vision hazy, noticing the slight inquisitive upturn of his upper lip. There was no point in hiding it anymore.

“Can cum, Yoongi, fuck, I’m going to cum…” you moaned, inhaling his scent, his presence, saying his name and looking up at him, the stimulation and touch of another enough to get you there, eyelids fluttering as your orgasm swept down, taking you away and filling you with serene satisfaction, crashing waves soaring through you, washing away the sand of your dry spell, a different kind of euphoria than when you were on your own, pulling Yoongi close, kissing him deeply, breathing hard.

“Y… Yoongi…”

“Was it nice?” he murmured. “Was I what you needed?”

“Yeah…” You kissed his soft lips again, semi-breathless. “I–” The wave of guilt came now, your words dropping, brows furrowing, a sharp pang in your chest. Rising, rising. Panic. Yoongi lowered his head, black hair and soft pointed ear rubbing against your eyebrow, nuzzling your cheek. Once. Twice. Again, headbutting you lightly, smoothing the worry away from your forehead, a small laugh bubbling from your throat.

“What are you doing?” you chuckled, patting his arm, smoothing out the wrinkles you had made while furiously humping him. Your eye caught the dark mark now on one of his thighs. Welp. You lasted less than ten minutes.

Pink pajama Yoongi was dangerous.

“You liked this,” he mumbled. “When you were upset.”

You chuckled, instinctively reaching up and caressing his velvety ear. “You were a little smaller then.”

“Only a little.”

He slowed until he came to a full stop, dark eye staring into yours, cheek to cheek.

“I have to look after you, my clumsy human.”

part iv

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#yoongi x reader #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #bts smut #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x you #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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Stretch and Relax

hello I’m here with some Horny Victor Thots (especially thinkin about like that scene where he wants to sleep with Yuri that first night but Yuri’s too shy hurr hurr)

Really vibing with like, reach around masturbation.

(Gender neutral reader yayyyy)

(Warnings - coercion, dub-con. Reader’s too shy to say no but they don’t like what’s going on. Victor just bulldozes past that. fingering, overstimulation, NSFW)

Victor knows how to handle shy little things. He just keeps pushing and pushing and pushing until they do whatever he wants. He knows his confidence can be intimidating, and that it can be used as a tool to make cute, trembling little messes like yourself let him do whatever he wants.

It’s easy for him to get you pressed back-to-chest with him, the man able to look over your shoulder.

“You need to stretch, it’s good for you! Look at how stressed you are, it’ll release tension!” he tells you when you try to squirm away. Two quick hands on your thighs keep you anchored against him.

Victor uses his hold on your legs to slowly eases them open, hooking them up and over his own legs, pulling back so you’re exposed and open to the world. You’re just in your bedroom though, no need to be shy!

In no time he’s got his hand down your shorts, petting over your underwear, murmuring in your ear about relaxing and how it’s normal for friends to help each other out like this. It’s okay, you trust him don’t you?

And you do, or you did, so you let him touch you while your face burns and you hide it with your hands.

Victor knows the gentle petting probably feels nice, but he wants to make you feel amazing. He was being serious when he said you looked stressed! He also wants to know how you feel inside.

So he creeps his long fingers beneath your underwear, smiles at the way you gasp when they come into direct contact with your flesh. He starts rubbing and stroking, when you begin to leak he swipes up your wetness with his fingers, uses that to help him wiggle and smooth his fingers into every place he can reach.

And you’re squirming in his lap, unable to close your legs, whimpering out please and stop and it’s too much.

“But that just makes it all the better, no?”

Victor kisses your neck, letting his free hand reach around your chest to play with your nipples, squeeze your flesh, tease and grope whatever he can grab with his hands.

You arch into him as you cum, just from a little bit of heavy petting - he barely even touched you.

Victor’s giggling, nuzzling into your neck. “Mm, I bet that felt so nice. And I hardly did anything! You’re so perfect.”

He keeps touching you, even though you whine and try to push his hands away. You might be strong, but he’s stronger, and he’s more coordinated with his limbs. Plus, the way he has you situated against him makes it easy to keep you pinned.

The way you keep writhing makes his dick twitch, already hard as a rock from the very first second he touched you.

The man uses your cum to get his fingers nice and wet, all slick. It makes it easier to push them inside you, especially with the way you’re clenching, so tight and clenching like you want to break his first finger when he tentatively pushes into you.

One finger turns into two, and then you’re crying, overstimulated, overwhelmed. Victor keeps going though - you’re flushed and you look divine like this, and right now, he doesn’t care if you notice how he’s slowly rocking his hips against your back. You probably couldn’t notice even if you tried, considering that you’re fucked out in his lap from just a few little touches. Victor thinks that’s so hot.

The pads of his fingers stroke at your insides, you’re burning inside, and you feel like velvet, and Victor can’t stop himself from groaning. His fingers skirt over a spot when he adjusts the position of his arm, and you tense up in his hold, eyes fluttering shut, mouth dropping open amidst your cries to wait, oh please wait!

“Ah, looks like I found something fun~” Victor sings.

He probs at that spot again, and you jerk.

“Oh fuck, wait, wait wait wait! It’s - I -! Too much, oh god, oh gOD!” You whine, the feeling of his fingers massaging that spot inside you relentlessly making you cream and gush and leak.

Victor can tell it’s too much, he’s not blind. But he likes this look on you - this sweaty, dopey, pleasure-drunk look. So he continues to work with his fingers, abusing your insides, shifting and stroking and drawing little circles and then you’re humming for the second time, hunching forward.

He almost laughs as you do so, because you shoot straight back up. Hunching like that only intensified the feeling, and it’s too much, it’s too much, it’s too much!

You’re a babbling mess, and Victor is loving it. You’ll be so relaxed by the time he’s done, he could probably even cuddle with you on your bed after he helps you clean up.

His fingers haven’t stopped, practically milking the pleasure out of you, and you’re thrashing now, begging, pleading for him to let you up. He doesn’t

“But you’re feeling so good sweetie pie, I shouldn’t stop, it’d be cruel!”

The sounds feel so weird in his mouth, and he wishes he could coo to you in his mother tongue, but he knows it makes you uncomfortable when you don’t know what he’s saying. Victor will settle for praising you in ways you can recognize, for now at least.

“One more, yes? And then we can stop.”

You seem comforted (or at least resigned) by that, and slowly stop thrashing. Victor slowly eases his fingers out of you, sighing into your ear as he feels the way you clench so tightly around his slender digits - you want to keep him inside, your body’s sucking him back in so tightly. He tries not to think about how that would feel around his dick - he’s not an inexperienced man who’ll cum from a touch, but he’s beginning to feel like a sensitive little virgin again.

But he knows that it might be painful (for both you and him, his arm is beginning to cramp) if he continues to finger you, so he’ll make you cum one last time in the same way he pulled your first orgasm from you.

You keen as he finds a sensitive spot, buck away from his touch but he follows you.

“No more, no more - Victor, Victor please.”

“Shh shh shh-” He shushes, fingers still gliding over that sensitive spot “Just one more.” The man comforts.

And then-oh-you get determined. Determined to cum, determined to finish so that you can finally rest.

You push into his hand, circling your hips, chasing after your orgasm so you can be done with all of this.

“Oh, mmh! Right-Right there!” You whimper, hands clutching at Victor’s thighs.

“Right here?” His voice is deep, throaty, heavy in your ear. He can feel your skin prickle with goosebumps.

Victor continues to fondle the spot he had just brushed over, quickly pinching at the skin just to hear you yelp before quickly massaging the tender flesh. You’re getting closer and closer, whining, keening, humping against his hand like a dog.

And then you crest, body shaking violently as you cum (almost painfully) for the third, and final time.

You’re quickly scrabbling at his hand, trying to pull it out of your shorts as he keeps touching you.

“Alright, I’ll play nice.” Victor laughs, finally withdrawing his wet, sticky hand from your shorts.

“Messy messy.” He teases, holding his hand up and stretching his fingers apart in front of you both to show how your cum sticks and drips to his digits.

You’re crying, embarrassed, exhausted, and Victor clicks his tongue in sympathy.

“I know, sweet little thing. Here, just sit for a minute.”

You slump back against his chest, breath hitching.

Victor can’t resist bringing his hand to his mouth, licking at his fingers, sucking them clean. You taste nice - maybe soon he can help you stretch and relax in other ways, ways that will end up with his mouth in-between your legs.

After you calm down, cries softening to little sniffles, Victor helps you up, guides you to the bathroom. He tries to convince you to let him shower with you (”You can barely stand, your legs are all jelly. Let me help, it’s only fair!”) but you almost start crying again, and he knows not to push his luck.

He doesn’t want to make you hate him, after all.

While you’re cleaning up, he quickly jacks off while sitting on your bed, groaning when he thinks of your little body trembling against his own as he forced you through orgasm after orgasm.

Victor’s able to clean himself up before you step out of the shower.

You look exquisite like that - clean and fresh and glowy. You can’t seem to meet his eyes, but you’ve always been so shy, Victor knows it’s not anything personal.

He was right, earlier. You’re so tuckered out that you simply flop onto your bed, let Victor settle in beside you and pull the covers up over you both.

Yes, you flinch when he slings an arm over your waist, and you shuffle awkwardly when he presses close to you, cuddly and needy and affectionate. But he doesn’t mind. You’ll get used to him soon enough.

#yandere #yandere victor nikiforov #yandere victor #oh gosh #I really am a degenerate huh #wander Yuri on ice #yandere yoi #idk how to tag someone give me tips I'm BEGING u #uhhh #dark victor nikiforov #victor nikiforov #yuri on ice #YOI #tw #tw coercion #bad stuff happens

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marvel-and-mischief · 4 years ago

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Too Hot To Handle

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader Words: 1700 Warnings: sexual tension, removing of clothes to keep cool, swearing, wandering eyes, no actual smut but thots, angst, conversation about dying, brief mention of sexism Synopsis: You and Javi get trapped in an airless filing room at the embassy. Can you both keep your cool?

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You held your hands up at this one; you only had yourself to blame. Javier had told you to prop the door open with a heavy box and instead of listening, you had used your purse, got distracted with files, leaving the purse to slip and the next thing you heard was the sound of the heavy duty door slamming shut behind you.

Javier’s head shot up, a look of panic on his face as he ran to try and pry the door open.

“Steve knew we were in here Javi, he’ll realise something’s up and come find us.”

“Steve went to have lunch. With Connie.”

Your eyes widened as you finally understood his panic. If Steve was having lunch with his wife he would be in no rush to get back to the embassy.

“Shit,” you whispered, eyeing your surroundings desperately. The filing room was windowless with no visible vents, after all why would pieces of paper need oxygen to breathe? And the door had no handle on this side because who would be stupid enough to close the door behind them?

You looked to your partner, hoping he was coming up with a solution.

“I have nothing,” Javi shook his head and slumped down the wall, wrists resting on his bent knees. He looked like he had given up already.

“Someone will notice we’ve not returned to our desks, right?”

Javi raised a sceptical eyebrow. You both had a tendency to rush out unannounced based on a tip or new evidence so the likelihood of someone thinking you were stuck in a filing room was slim to none.

“Shit,” you repeated yourself, pacing back and forth with your hands on your hips. There had to be some way out of here, or a button to press in emergencies. This couldn’t be the first time someone had gotten stuck in the filing room.

“Why aren’t you trying to find a way out of here?”

“Because there isn’t one. Stop moving,” Javi chastised with a heavy sigh, “you’re using up oxygen.”

“Rude,” you muttered whilst taking a seat next to him with a sigh, “we can’t die in a glorified filing cabinet.”

Javier scoffed at the suggestion, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

After a few minutes of silence you were starting to feel the heat of the room, only made worse by the stress of the situation. You toed your boots off and pulled off your socks just as Javier reached for the buttons of his shirt. You caught his eye, giving him an awkward smile before looking away to give him some semblance of privacy.

Javier was an attractive man and the women in the office never failed to remind you of how lucky you were to work alongside him everyday, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t agree. He was ridiculously charming and polite, a little flirty but you gave as good as you got. But you had always remained professional, keeping just this side of the line of what was ‘proper’. You couldn’t go sleeping with your partner when you’d worked so hard to be taken seriously as a female agent.

You could see him unbuttoning his shirt all the way down from the corner of your eye but you resisted the urge to stare, keeping your eyes trained on a box of files across from you as he proceeded to kick his shoes off.

“Of all the ways I thought I’d die in Colombia, I didn’t think it would be like this,” Javier said bleakly. You turned then, just in time to see a drip of sweat fall from his forehead onto the collar of his pink shirt.

“Where’s your pager?”

“Desk.” Javier’s eyes bore into yours, as if contemplating whether to ask his next question. “Don’t suppose you have a boyfriend that will ask where you are?”

You furrowed your brow.

“How long have you known me? Have I ever mentioned a boyfriend?”

Javier’s shoulders sagged, whether with relief or defeat you couldn’t tell.

You felt yourself sweating more profusely as the seconds ticked by. Your blouse was beginning to soak through and your jeans was becoming uncomfortable against your hot skin.

“Take your shirt off,” Javier muttered, eyes closing as he tilted his head back against the wall.

You hesitated. It made sense to rid yourselves of as much clothing as possible, with no ventilation it was only going to get hotter and if someone did come looking for you you needed to survive until then.

Before you could talk yourself out of it you quickly removed your blouse and flicked open the top button of your jeans for a shred of relief. Javier didn’t move but the hand resting in between you was curled into a fist.

“Who would miss you if you died here?”

It was something you sometimes thought about in your line of work, usually whilst holding a bottle at the end of a bad day. Who would care if something life-threatening happened to you (which it likely would)? Who would miss you? How many people would be standing around your grave at your premature funeral? And in the case of Javier who rarely spoke about home, who was he running from? Did he have someone he called to tell them he was safe and still alive?

Javier’s eyes opened and his jaw twitched. You wouldn’t put it passed him to tell you to fuck off but maybe he’d go easy on you given your current situation.

“My Papa lives in Texas. I give him a call now and then but if he never heard back from me I don’t think he’d be surprised.”

“You underestimate your importance to people, Javi.”

Picking up your blouse, you ran it along your bare skin, collecting the sweat there in the hope it would cool you down. You felt Javier’s eyes following the movements along your arms, the dip of your breasts and your bare stomach before wiping at the beads of sweat on your brow.

“When I first came to work here, I think you’d been here only a couple of months?” Javier nodded but didn’t interrupt, “you took me under your wing like you’d been here years. I felt safe with you. I got so much stick from people and I knew the shit they were saying behind my back about how I got here. But you, you had my back. You trusted me when I had my hunches when no one else would. I’ll never forget that.”

Javier cleared his throat uncomfortably. You knew he didn’t believe you but you had to tell him anyway, if it was the last thing you said out loud, you had to let him know how much he meant to you.

“And you’re like that with everyone. You’ve got the biggest heart in the embassy, I hate that nobody sees how much you care.”

Javier elbowed you softly, leaning closer in your space despite the humidity, or despite the tension? You couldn’t be sure.

“The people who matter know I’d lay down my life for them. That’s all that matters.”

You caught Javier’s sweeping gaze and relaxed for the first time since entering the room. If you were going to die with anyone, you were glad it was Javier.

“D’you remember when I gave you a tour of the embassy on your first day?”

“You hated giving me that tour.”

Javier chuckled, not denying it.

“This was still being built.”

“This part of the building is new?”

“Nah, it was offices. We didn’t need them.”

You frowned, the cogs turning in your head at this new information. “This was an office?” Javier’s response was nothing but a hum of agreement.

“So this room used to have ventilation?”

Javier looked confused when he turned to you.

“They bricked in the windows,” he said, matter of fact.

You knew they would have done that but didn’t say anything. Instead you let your eyes roam around the room, along the walls, in each of the corners and finally over the ceiling where you found a small ray of hope.

“There,” you pointed to a tile that was out of line compared with the others, the thin metal corner lifted down the tiniest amount.

“A vent?” Javier asked hopefully.

You stood too fast in your excitement, lightheaded and wobbling until Javier steadied you with his hands on your hips from his place on the floor.

“Careful, carino.”

You took a deep breath and padded slowly towards the tile you had your eye on. Javier wheeled a step ladder over to where you stood staring at the ceiling.

“Hold it,” he ordered. You held onto the top of the ladder as he ascended it.

“Can you pull it down?” you asked, watching as Javier inspected the tile. You kept your eyes trained on the ceiling and definitely not on the gentle slope of Javier’s small belly, his narrow waist and the sliver of hair that formed a trail that went below his belt.

“I think so,” Javier grunted with the effort. You could feel the sweat running off you, your whole body was on fire and you prayed Javier had enough strength in him to do it before you collapsed from exhaustion.

With a clang of metal the tile was thrown onto the floor. Javier peaked his head into the hole in the ceiling and let out an uncharacteristic yelp of joy.

“Tunnels! I can get us out of here. You stay here.”

You nodded, feeling the energy draining out of you. Javier struggled to pull himself up so you helped by planting your hands on his ass and pushing. Any other day you would have laughed and Javier would have grumbled but as you took a seat on top of the ladder’s platform and heard the bangs of his knees crawling above you, you couldn’t care less.

When the door finally opened you were half way to passing out, head hung in your hands to try and quell the pounding in your head. You felt arms around you as Javier picked you up and you faintly registered the sounds of a comforting voice whispering in your ear. You knew you were safe before everything went black.

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aellynera · 3 years ago

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Man of the House (Bud Cooper x F!Reader)

MAN OF THE HOUSE

a/n: this is an entirely ridiculous, self-indulgent fic, especially for @sergeantkane, with little plot, just some thots. 💜😘 comments, likes, and reblogs always appreciated!

Word Count: 1385(ish)

Summary: It’s been a very long day, and Bud has a surprise for you.

Warnings: Female reader (no y/n or descriptions.) A tiny bit of language. Questionable apparel choices. Strong sexual innuendo/very very light very very brief smut (not at all graphic but it’s there so please be 18+). The usual sketchy proofreading/editing.

You fumble with your key as you aim it toward your front door. It has been a very, very long day, and all you can picture in your mind right now is a long soak in a hot bubble bath and the soothing warmth of your soft bed.

You’d called your husband around 4 p.m., when you realized exactly how much work you had left, and with your boss breathing down your neck that it had to be done today. Bud had been very sweet and understanding, like he always was with you. He told you to try not to stress, to take your time and do what you had to do, and that he couldn’t wait until later tonight to kiss you senseless.

Your husband’s gentle words were the only thing that got you through the rest of the afternoon. Thinking about finally getting home and being wrapped up in his strong, warm arms was the only thing that got you past a screaming boss, endless phone calls, and immature, irresponsible coworkers. The glint he gets in his eyes whenever he looks at you stuck in your mind, you somehow managed to tune out most of the unending cacophony.

But even with the thoughts of your sweet husband, the day was exhausting.

And you know, since you were working late, Bud would also likely be working even later. He isn’t exactly addicted to his job, but he takes it very seriously. And if he knows you aren’t going to be home, he’ll probably put in a few more hours at his own office. He is prone to lose track of time, so you will likely have to call him later and see when he was coming home.

That’s fine. That’s what the bath and the bed are for.

You finally get the key into the doorknob and unlock it, sighing and letting yourself in. Every step, every motion, feels like you;re walking in wet cement. You’re glad you’d left a light on this morning because you aren’t sure you can navigate the dark house right now, and you certainly don’t have the energy to flip a light switch. Wait, you didn’t leave a light on when you left today, did you? Whatever. It doesn’t matter. Dropping your bag unceremoniously by the door, you think maybe you’ll skip the bath after all.

That’s when your addled brain registers the smell. Garlic and onion and something rich and meaty wafts through the house. Exhaustion aside, you’re certain you hadn’t left anything cooking when you went out that morning.

You shuffle your way to the kitchen, narrowly avoiding the couch on the way, until the edge of the kitchen table stops you dead in your tracks. Well, not so much the table itself. You’re so surprised to see Bud standing in the kitchen that you forget you’re in motion and the crash of your body hitting the wood makes him turn around.

“Sweetheart, you’re home, I didn’t hear you come in,” he says with a wide grin. “Let me give this a quick stir, hang on a sec.” He gestures vaguely with the wooden spoon clutched in his hand and turns back to the pot on the stove.

Truly, the sight would have been less shocking to you, if Bud was wearing anything more than just an apron, and you weren’t staring dumbfounded at his ass.

Not that you’d never seen his ass. You’d seen his ass plenty of times; he was your husband, after all. But you were pretty sure you’d never seen his ass peeking out from beneath the yellow ruffles that edged your favorite blue apron. The one you wear all the time when you’re baking or cooking. The one with the little cats-and-flowers pattern splashed across it. His reading glasses were hooked over the pocket in the center of his chest.

You’re not sure what comes out of your mouth, but it isn’t words.

Bud puts a lid on the pot, peeks into the oven, and then walks over to you with a sweet smile on his face.

He wraps his arms around your waist and leans in to press a soft kiss on your mouth, and you vaguely note that your mouth is still hanging open. “How was the rest of your day?”

“I...it was…” you finally get something other than a strangled yelp out of your face. “Bud...what are you…”

Bud shrugs. “Making you dinner.”

“In my...apron,” you squeak.

Another shrug as Bud turns back to the stove. “I didn’t want to get stains on my shirt.”

Your mouth opens and closes a few more times. Are you dreaming? You could be dreaming. But then Bud moves to wipe his hand on the apron, and the apron shifts so you get a glimpse of what else is under it, and suddenly you desperately need a drink.

Bud turns back to you and hands you a glass of wine, which you didn’t even notice he’d poured. You down half of it in one go, and he clinks his glass to yours before taking his own sip. “Everything should be ready in a few minutes.”

“Bud Cooper,” you start, biting your lip for a moment. “What is going on?”

He puts his glass down and inches towards you again, wrapping his arms back around your waist. The smell of his cologne mixes with the garlic and the scent that is simply him and you sigh into his chest. He kisses the top of your head. “You sounded like you were having a really bad day when you called, so I got out of work a little early. Got stuff to make your favorite pasta, cleaned up a little around the house, started cooking. Thought I’d surprise you.”

“I’m sorry, but how exactly did cooking naked come into play?”

“I’m not naked,” his face is completely straight. “I’m wearing an apron.”

“Bud.”

“So did my surprise work?”

And before you can say another word, you’re being hoisted up onto the kitchen table and Bud is standing between your legs. The skirt of the apron lays across your lap and you can feel him against your thigh.

“Bud, people eat on this table.”

He looks at you for a long moment. The gleam in his eyes is undeniable, familiar, and oh so slightly dangerous. It’s probably a second too late when you realize what you said, and what he’s now doing.

Bud gazes up at you from his knees, leaving hot wet kisses on your own, trailing his lips down your calves and back up to your knees again. “Hmm, you don’t say.”

You’re pretty sure you black out at some point, it’s kind of hard to tell. All you know is Bud’s mouth is hot and wet on your equally hot and wet center, and he’s wearing that ridiculous fucking apron and you’d contemplate why you even bought the thing in the first place, if his mouth wasn’t currently doing what it was doing.

Dinner is forgotten and you have a vague recollection of Bud telling you it’s fine, because pasta is always better the next day anyway.

The sheets are soft against your skin as you roll over in the faint morning light, reaching for the spot next to you. Bud rolls over to face you and pulls you closer. How you got to bed, you have no idea, but Bud seems to sense your question and answers sleepily, his eyes not opening.

“You were pretty out of it last night,” he mumbles, snuggling closer to you. “Carried you back. Cleaned up the mess.”

You hum in a mix of appreciation and contentment, curling up into his side and opening one eye to glance at him. “What did you do with the apron?”

“Burned it in the backyard.”

Bud laughs as you lightly slap his chest. “No, seriously. That’s like...my favorite apron.”

“Washed it and stuck it back in the drawer,” he tells you softly, and you can feel the sly grin more than you can see it. “So next time you put it on…”

The images of what happened in your kitchen last night flash through your mind in an instant and you can feel your body heating at the mere thought.

Definitely your favorite apron.

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Masterlist - Updated 08/17/2020

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader - Kiss prompt #1

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader - Kiss Prompt #2 (NSFWish)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Senator!Reader

Obi-Wan Kenobi - I’m tired of being your secret

Obi-Wan - I might have slept in your robe while you were gone

Commander Cody

Commander Cody x Jedi!Reader

Commander Cody x Reader Imagine

Cody - I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay

Cody - We both know that I should walk away but I can’t

Captain Rex

Imagine tripping over your own feet and Rex catching you in a dip

Rex x Padawan!Reader

Rex x Reader

Captain Rex x Jedi!Reader

Imagine Rex asking you to marry him

Rex - What’s in the box

Rex - So... Breakfast?

Arc Trooper Echo

Imagine spending a lazy day with Echo

Arc Trooper Echo x Reader

Echo - I don’t know why I’m crying

Echo - I adore you

Arc Trooper Fives

Imagine Fives always telling you lame pick-up lines

Fives x Reader

Fives - This is by far the dumbest thing you’ve ever done

Clone Trooper Jesse

Jesse x Reader (NSFW)

Jesse - If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me

Jesse - Are you really flirting with me right now

Jesse - Ugh, not you again

Commander Wolffe

Commander Wolffe x Reader

Wolffe - Well this will make an exciting diary entry

Wolffe - Let me tell you exactly where in the hell you can go

Wolffe - The baby’s kicks are keeping me up

Clone Trooper Kix

Kix - I brought you some caf

Kix - Are you still awake

Clone Trooper Hardcase

Hardcase - First one to make a sound loses

Hardcase - I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck

500 Follower Appreciation

14 - Morning wood sliding against your ass - Kix

25 - His fingers sliding between you own - Wolffe

NSFW 5-10 Sentence Requests

(Below the cut in case people don’t like NSFW)

NSFW with Fives or Wolffe playing strip-poker? XD Thank you ;)

NSFW Headcanon: Can I get a hc where the reader strip-dances around Hardcase during a night at 79’s? owo

Hello there! For NSFW headcanon thing: may I please request first time with Obi?

NSFW head cannon request: Rex likes to surprise his S/O in the shower to initiate intimate times ;) Thanks a ton!

You said so yourself, you can send as many as you want!!! THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD!!! Lemme request a Tup ficlet, where they do a quickie before battle?

NSFW headcanon Request. Fives enjoys morning sex. Please and thanks!!

3rd time here again, back and betta aye Lemme get a Kix ficlet where Kix teases the reader throughout the day, and when they get into the barracks shit really starts going uphill?

NSFW Headcanon request please! Wolffe likes marking his s/o😏 p.s your writing is AMAZING liebling😍i love you💞

NSFW headcanon request: Cody finds the reader masturbating to him; Cody gives them an intimate time after finding them in that stance? ;)

NSFW headcannon: Hardcase loves the risk of getting caught. Thank you so much!

Hi! Can I request a NSFW with Fives and Reader having sex after having some stupid fight? Thank you!! :)

THERE HASN’T BEEN A CODY NSFW HEADCANON SO HERE IS MY THOT ASS- Nsfw ficlet Where Cody likes to use leashes on their s/o?

I love your writing! Can I get a 5 sentence NSFW Wolffe? That he loves to eat out his s/o on the kitchen table? Please and thank you!

Can you do the the Nsfw headcannon of Captain Rex fucking his gf while she wears his helmet? THANK YOU🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

For the NSFW headcannons can you write Hardcase loves cumming in his ladyfriend? I need more of him❤️ You’re the best!

NSFW head cannon please and thank you : Echo is reeeeaaalllyyy good at oral ;)

NSFW head cannon request: Anything with Rex and blindfold. Pretty please and thanks!

Hello! NSFW with a frustrated Wolffe after lost a battle? Thank you!

I just had this thought as like, an NSFW headcanon where Fives likes to talk dirty in his s/o’s ear just to tease them during the day and to just get them in the mood

NSFW ficlet with Hardcase? His S/O and him went on a secret mission, and his s/o is dressed up in a extremely revealing costume, and Hardcase just does them when they go back to Coruscant. Thanks! I REALLY LOVE THESE

NSFW heascanon for Cody. He starts off slow and loves foreplay but once the first article of clothing gets removed the whole mood changes 😉

Nsfw ficlet where his s/o is a pole dancer, and during their break, Cody just takes them backstage and just pounds into them relentlessly until his s/o cannot walk straight?

NSFW Ficlet with Kix? Kix likes to do BDSM with his s/o?

NSFW request: Rex’s reunion with his girlfriend after a long time apart gets heated ;). Thanks!

Nsfw ficlet with Fives? He likes to use sex toys on his s/o?

Your writing is awesome! Can I request nsfw Cody with a jedi lover after thinking they were dead (dat sweet ‘i almost lost you’ stuff tho)

Hi! Can I request an NSFW head cannon w/ Wolffe please? He really likes it when his s/o rides him? Thank you!

NSFW Request: Captain rex being the readers first time. Thanks a ton!

NSFW with Fives throwing a “special” birthday party for reader?

NSFW ficlet with Rex? He loves to use sex toys on his s/o in bed?

Hello! I really love your stories, and I am so in love with these NSFW ficlets!! Could I request with Jesse, please? Jesse likes to use his hands on his girl to make her cum a lot???

Nsfw headcannon? Fives loves getting head in public Thank youuu

i see that you’re writing again!!! may i get a nsfw request where cody likes to finger his s/o and see her squirt?

I see NSFW requests are open again >:D Rex gets too stressed sometimes working on files so his s/o decides to help relieve his stress by riding him

....nsfw clones? Hmm. Any that doesn't get enough love or your muse...or who fits best for this. GF that loves going down on them. And if your feeling it. Separate or together. F2f who loves being railed against a wall by their lover ;p

I love your writing! Could you write NSFW with cyborg Echo and his s/o? His metal arm could vibrate and they used it in bed. S/o convince Echo that he's still her Echo no matter how he looks.

im a hoe and im back for the requests. ANYWAYS, can i get a nsfw request where hardcase has his s/o pose up as a stripper and he gets really turned on so he fucks her really hard in the back rooms 😳😳😳

Yo I asked for an nsfw request a long time ago when they were closed and I'm so glad they're back. ❤ Can I *cough* *slides a $20* get: Can I request a rex nsfw ficlet and he and s/o got a thing for cum. Like lots of it and everywhere. 👌

Headcannon idea, Obi Wan wall sex? Or sex standing up, where he is holding the reader?

Could you do Obi Wan face sitting?

can i get a nsfw request where cody likes to get called ‘commander’ in the bedroom?

Nsfw request: Rex making his s/o squirt for the first time and being really into it??

hey! can i get nsfw request with commander cody where the reader fingers herself on a comlink video call with the commander? he commands her on what to do and stuff? thanks!

nsfw headcanon thing idk - for kix: he gets a holovideo of his s/o masturbating and he jacks off to the video then his s/o catches him; then they masturbate to one another before fucking ❤️ thanks

Can I ask for an NSFW headcannon with obi wan and the reader engaging in some bdsm?

nsfw headcanon - tup loves to eats out his s/o on the table; his s/o loves to praise him and run her fingers through his long hair. thanks!

Hello there! I love the frustrated Wolffe NSFW headcannon and was wondering if we could get one for Rex?

NSFW for Rex- reader is a huge tease and Rex finally snaps and roughly fucks the reader

nsfw request with hardcase pretty please? he likes to pick up his s/o and eat them out against the wall as he squeezes at her tits? thank you☺️

NSFW with kix needing some help from his “nurse?”

NSFW: fives eats you out from under your desk while a commander tries to talk to you!

nsfw prompt w/ jesse - they catch their s/o pleasuring themselves and see their lewd expressions and sounds; jesse teaches them some patience

hello! can i have a nsfw prompt with fives? reader is his s/o and she gives him a lap dance for him? fives takes care of her ;)

nsfw with wolffe asking his s/o if he's making them feel good

NSFW for captain rex and s/o where the s/o is pleasuring themselves when rex walks in and they're super embarrassed and tries to apologize when rex decides to help them

NSFW Jesse eating out mechanic reader while she’s bent over fixing something?

for the nsfw request! Echo talking dirty to reader at inappropriate (and appropriate) times 💙

Nsfw prompt with Cody - Cody saves reader and she repays him for his heroic act

nsfw prompt for echo - his s/o wears very revealing clothing around him and echo can't take it anymore and rips off her clothing. thanks

NSFW request: teasing Jesse in front of the shinies and he orders them to clear out so he can fuck your face 😜

NSFW: Fives x reader where it’s the readers first time please? Thanks!

i’d like to request a nsfw prompt with echo? his s/o always sends him lewd photos of herself for him when he’s away, and when he’s coming back she sends him a picture with her in his favorite set of lingerie. thank you❣️

Idk if it’s canon but I feel like Jesse is a bit bigger than your average clone? I was hoping for the NSFW prompt you could write something about him having a size kink and teasing the reader by saying dirty things throughout the day! Thank you!

NSFW with Rex where the reader made him jealous and he snaps? Thanks Love

nsfw prompt - reader is wolffe’s s/o; s/o rides/sits on her commander’s face ;)

Can you do a NSFW with Cody where he just teases her throughout the whole day please? Thanks.

Jesse smut pre order 66

nsfw with wolffe when the reader enjoys teasing

wolffe fucking his s/o inside a laat gunship? thank u❤️

NSFW: could you please do one where the reader is Cody’s first time?? I’ve never seen it done before, and your writing is amazing I thought I’d as you!

Nsfw of Wolffe fucking the reader.

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collecting-stories · 4 years ago

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D.A.R.E - JJ Maybank

Request: Heyo. If your requests are open, do you think you could write one where the reader doesnt drink nor smoke? JJ's friends make fun of her because of that, too. Like, theyre on the boat, chilling. And someone offers the reader a beer, but declines and drinks out of her water bottle. Just some fluff too with JJ. - @unique-equestrian

A/N: Sorry this took some time to get through, thanks for being patient.

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You had been surprised the when JJ asked you out. It was a party on the beach that your friend dragged you to and he had offered you a beer while pouring one for your friend and you’d told him you didn’t drink. You didn’t like the taste of it; just like you didn’t like the smell of weed and so you didn’t smoke either. Something he found out on your first day when he asked if you wanted a hit from the blunt he was smoking and you said the smell grossed you out.

He’d laughed, “I smoke all the time, it’s probably all I smell like.”

“I know.” You’d replied, “consider this a testament to how much I like you that I haven’t left.”

You got used to the smell on him but you still didn’t smoke and you still didn’t drink. You weren’t interested and JJ was surprisingly unbothered by it. But it was different to abstain from substances when you were just with JJ or your friends but with his friends you felt like the odd person out. Which didn’t mean that you were going to suddenly cave and start drinking but you did feel a little out of place while you sat on the boat watching them all grab beers out of the cooler Kiara had brought along.

JJ sitting next to you, arm draped over your shoulder. He was starting in on his third beer, telling Pope he was a wuss for still sipping at his first.

“Don’t let him bully you Pope,” you said, nudging your boyfriend in the ribs.

“I’m not! I just didn’t know he was such a lightweight!” JJ replied, “you’re trying to compete with this one to see who can stay sober the longest.” He held his beer bottle between his legs as he pulled closer rubbing his fist against the top of your head.

“Stop it! JJ!” You laughed, shoving him and trying to break out of his grasp but he held on. “Let go!” You finally managed to duck your head under his arm and pull away, grabbing your water bottle and moving to sit next to Pope. He laughed as you fixed your hair.

“Did you get a beer?” Kiara asked, holding on out to you, “might help deal with him.”

“Ah, no thanks, I don’t drink.” You held your water bottle up by the lid before twisting the cap open and taking a sip.

“No fucking way JJ, you didn’t tell me you were dating a girl who didn’t drink.” John B exclaimed. You could hear the disbelief in his voice.

Meanwhile Kiara reached for your water bottle, asking to see the stickers that you had stuck to it. She mouthed ‘I love these’ as John B and JJ continued to discuss your non-drinking. You smiled and nodded.

“She doesn’t smoke either.” JJ said, “even though weed is totally natural.”

“I don’t like the smell.” You shrugged, “I don’t wanna smell like that all day.”

“JJ smells like that all day.” John B pointed out.

“I know I keep trying to break up with him but he won’t leave me alone.” You teased.

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding!”

“Seriously though, have you ever tried it?” John B asked.

“Smoking?” You turned back to look at him and missed the change in JJ’s face. No longer laughing, he was waiting with a practical scowl on his face to see what his friend’s point was.

“And drinking.”

“Uh, I’ve tried like, beer before. It was just really gross, I didn’t like it. And I don’t like the smell of weed so I’ve never tried that. Or like regular cigarettes either. My dad’s a pretty heavy smoker so it kinda turned me off of the whole thing.”

“Yeah but weed is different than cigarettes.”

“She said she doesn’t smoke.” JJ said.

“I’m just asking man.” John B replied, holding his hands up.

“It’s okay,” you insisted, looking back to JJ, “it’s fine.”

Conversation lulled back to normal, Kiara moving over next to you to tell you that she liked the environmental sticker you had on your water bottle and talking about a beach clean-up that she wanted to take part in next week. You mentioned your slow but mindful attempts at sustainable living and a more plant-based diet and she was practically announcing to the whole boat that she was going to steal you from JJ. Every once in a while you would look up from your conversation and smile at your boyfriend, making a dumb face or just winking when you caught him looking your way. Which he did, a lot.

“Do you wanna anchor here?” John B asked, slow the HMS Pogue to a stop.

“What are we doing?” You asked, looking over at JJ.

“Swimming.”

“You can swim right?” John B teased.

“Fucking lay off would you.”

“Hey, it’s fine.” You swore, grabbing JJ’s arm.

JJ sat back on the bench while Kiara and Pope both moved to the front of the boat to get in the water, John B following after them. “Is my juul in your bag?” He asked, already reaching for the backpack you had sitting beneath the bench.

“Probably.” You pulled off your clothes and folded them but didn’t bother getting in the water with the others, opting to sit with JJ instead. You sat beside him, facing him and taking his free hand in yours while he smoked. “John B was just joking.”

“I don’t care. It pisses me off. Who gives a shit if you don’t drink or whatever, he shouldn’t be hasseling you. You can do whatever the fuck you want.” JJ said.

“I know that.” You kissed his shoulder. This wasn’t the first time he’d gotten pissed at someone for making a comment about you. But it was the first time you’d hung out with his friends and he had been excited for them to meet you. Hearing John B make fun of you for not drinking just got under his skin. “Don’t stress, I’m not bothered.”

“Fine.”

“That’s super convincing.” You teased, kissing his cheek this time and pulling away enough that he could turn his head so you could kiss him on the lips. You pulled away and scrunched your nose up when smoke seeped out of his mouth as you kissed him. “Would you stop doing that?” You laughed.

“I can’t help it! Stop kissing me when I’m smoking.”

“You realize you’re always smoking right?” You asked.

“Fuck.” JJ groaned, “fine we’ll compromise. I’ll smoke less but you have to make out with me more.”

“So what do you get out of it? Cause it sounds like a win-win for me.”

JJ leaned over and kissed your neck, grinning when when you tried to hunch your shoulder. You were ticklish just about everywhere and JJ took every opportunity to tease you about it. Especially when he was macking on you.

“Hey, are you guys coming in or not?” Kiara called, breaking your attention.

“Hold on!” JJ shouted.

“Come on, let’s go in.” You stood up, still holding his hand and trying to pull him with you. “We can continue this later when you’re friends aren’t right there.”

“Fine,” he groaned, slipping the vape back in your bag, “hey you know it doesn’t bother me you don’t drink or smoke right?”

“I know.”

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star-whores-a-new-hoe · 4 years ago

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Hello there my dear Liv, since it's sinful Sunday, your lil' 🥞is back here with an itty bitty thot 🥺

I just submitted my thesis for the minion of my prof to proofread before he's reading it and I would be rly glad if Obi-Wan would be here and we'd just fck all the tension (and my bad PMS) away sooo yea. That's the thot. A nasty, sinful trip to poundtown with this pristine Jedi Master who would play my mushy body like an instrument, would make the back pain go away and would take rly good care of my super tender and sore boobies 🥺🥺 AAAND idk abt you, but I would be def down to Satine joining us 😇

Love,

-🥞

Hi pancake! I’m so happy for you and I’m so sorry this took me so long! the burn out has been insane lately! I hope you like this, I too would like to get the stress fucked out of me by Satine and Obi! and sorry if it’s bad i wrote this at like midnight

“You’ve worked so hard darling,” Obi Wan purred in your ear. You sat in his lap, your back against his broad chest and his large hands running up and down the expanse of your thighs. Satine sat beside you, lovingly cupping your cheek.

She leaned in close, her lips ghosting over your neck. “You deserve to relax.” she added. You closed your eyes, letting all the tension in your body simply float away, letting yourself get lost in the sensation of their hands roaming your body. You had worked so hard, and it was all finally over! this was your reward.

Obi Wan’s hand slid down your thigh, spreading your legs before trailing his back up your body to slip under the hem of your shirt. With a sinful twinkle in her eyes, Satine moved down to your inner thigh and began drawing soothing circles that moved higher up towards your center with every pass.

There was no use denying the ache building up inside you, the wetness starting to pool at your center. Your head grew fuzzy and your breathing labored as they both toyed with you, both of them moving ever so slowly to where you needed them.

“She’s been such a good girl for us, hasn't she Obi Wan?” Satine said.

“Oh, indeed.” He chuckled, his calloused fingers tracing the underside of your breast. “Satine, why don’t you show this sweet girl what the skilled mouth of a diplomat is capable of?” Your breath hitched at the mere suggestion.

“It would be my pleasure!” With that, she slowly dragged your panties down you legs before tossing them away, revealing your soaked pussy to them. “Is this what we do to you my love?” You nodded your head, squeaking out a small ‘yes’ as Satine started placing small kisses along your inner thighs.

Following her lead, Obi Wan made a trail down your neck, his hands finally groping your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples. He didn't miss the way you arched up into him at the sensation. “Did you like that little one?” He cooed.

Your hand found purchase on his thigh, needing something, anything, to keep you grounded. As you did so, you felt the outline of his aching cock through his pants. Satine places a kiss directly on your clit before diving into your sweet cunt with twice as much vigor.

As you moaned and squirmed in Obi Wan’s lap, you managed to free him from his pants, your small hand barley wrapping around his dick. Satine’s mouth wrapped around your clit and her fingers coming up to work inside you, you began to tease Obi, jerking him off with a small twist of the wrist.

You could feel it all building up, the stressful tension that lingered in your bones, Satine’s mouth, pulling the most pathetic sounds out of you combined with Obi Wan’s hands toying with your chest. That tight knot of pleasure grew inside you until it exploded, white and hot, waves of pleasure rolling over you.

Satine continued to leave light little kisses against you as you came down, your entire body relaxing. Obi Wan turned your head to face him and captured your lips in a messy, passionate kiss. You pumped him faster knowing he was close to finishing.

With a heavenly groan, he spilled his seed all over your fist. The two of you took a moment to calm down before setting your gaze on Satine. You gently gripped her chin, bringing her up to you for a tender kiss.

“Thank you.” You said with a smirk. “But I do believe it’s our turn to have some fun with you now.”

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@sapony01 commented on one of my Sides Swap posts: Can you explain their function and personality a bit better/explore them? Some are kinda obvious but some kinda confuse me

And, but of course! I’m totally open to it! (I’m mostly making another post for it because otherwise it’ll get absurdly long)

To summarize, the main idea is that they keep their personality and secondary traits they represent (Like Ego, Emotionality, ect), while further representing the Main Trait (like Anxiety, Creativity, ect)

The rest under the cut:

Anxiety

Roman: His key representation of Anxiety would befall closer to overemphasizing bravery and ignoring problems, and of course, insecurities. Thus a focus on Dangers you can Fight, and avoiding things you can’t. A emphasis on the Knight theme as a representation of bravery. He’d use ego and theatricality as a cover- a ‘be weird before people can accuse you of being weird because then it’s on purpose’ type logic.

Patton: The type of Anxiety where you emotionally over extending yourself because you’re scared of social-emotional repercussions. Caring so much that there’s no time and energy to care for yourself. Also a good representation of the Dad-Friend override for Anxiety.

Logan: A representation of over-analyzing the world like an outsider, that emotional distance that, while you’re curious of all the things around you, you can’t help but focus on the bad. Avoidance becomes a key factor and everything is categorized as bad or good off of exaggerated ‘proof’.

Janus: Very self protective to the point that things outside the Comfort Zone are almost always negative and overwhelming. Sarcasm, brittleness, and lying as a way to avoid things outside the Comfort Zone.

Remus: Overthinking creating an Anxious reaction. Basically seeing things in the shadows and over-analyzing interactions. Essentially worries cropping up out of the idea of various terrible things you can think of possibly coming at you from the smallest of hints to it. Also Knight theme because why not.

Creativity

Logan: A more organized and analytic approach to creative works. Prone to being a literary critic. Draws from media to explain a point. As creativity would likely be the type of writer that hides details and metaphors in everything, focus on foreshadowing and the such.

Janus: Never lets anything be direct, people should be able to make their own conclusions about the meaning of the text. Probably thinks method acting is fun. The kind of actor/writer that easily shrugs on different types of characterizations that it makes other people dizzy seeing him switch between them.

Virgil: Your inner Emo Art Phase personified (everyone has at least one somewhere in there). Would prefer to be either a lesser known creator, or not let Thomas use his real name (thus Ghostwriter), because being Known is Awkward and his work can get too real, being known as a real person could detract from the art. Focus on art as an outlet for expressing negative feelings and stress relief.

Patton: Take your craft-happy relative who always hand-makes gifts and you’ve got Creativity Patton. Just wants to have fun and share the fun. Draws from positive emotional experiences for creativity because he wants to give everyone who sees said art a hug through said art. (Yes, his design is vaugely based off of Disney’s Pinocchio Geppetto aka Pinocchio’s dad.)

Remus: Take Remus as he is, and then take the ‘intrusiveness’ out of him. He basically has all the same horrifying ideas, but he doesn’t use them to make Thomas upset or anything, he’s just making stories.

Logic

Patton: Sorta a relaxed logic, understands not everything can be solved with a clean logical solution and that emotions hold a important space in people’s actions. Is that little logical voice when you’re super mad going ‘you’re mad because this, this, and this, and this is probably an overreaction to what you’re expressing your anger to, but it’s still valid.’ Prone to emotional fallacies though.

Virgil: You know any super cool teacher/professor who teaches you what the book says and then closes the book and says ‘ok now guess what, they’re also wrong, and I’m probably wrong too’?? Virgil as logic. (also why I kinda gave him the ‘tired + university hoodie’ style) Emphasizes learning from various sources and never trusting any of them 100%. Doesn’t trust his own information either, and it makes him stressed.... but like, he’s always stressed anyway so it’s chill.

Roman: Bounces from topic to topic to learn. Very curious and easily inspired- also easily distracted. The definition of what a liberal arts education should be doing- aka, connecting seemingly unrelated topics. An Encyclopedia of very specific information. But, once he’s got a set of information it’s hard to let go of it, which makes it hard to adjust to being told he’s wrong.

Janus: Emphasis on how information is always being adjusted, and people’s biases are always present in studies and interpretation. Focuses on debunking things. Also kinda makes it hard to 100% be sure of any information presented.

Remus: Enjoys abusing the ‘technicalities’ in things. A little hard to follow in terms of train of thought. Disturbing Facts are still facts.

Morality

Virgil: Emphasis on sympathy and ‘do what you’d hope people would do for you’ moral arguments. Focus on social structure for the ground rules for moral behavior. That guy who’s constantly nice because he wished someone was nice to him, ya know? Hates the idea of being a bad person so much that it causes a lot of guilt and mistrust of the self.

Logan: Thinks of moral behavior as an equation of sorts. People do good things and that causes good things and that allows the social structure to work as it should, so do good things. Draws on philosophy and other social sciences to argue his points. Easy to readjust his thinking with proper reasoning.

Roman: Just wants people to be happy! And to be good! Emphasis on the reactions of others and how that effects your social/emotional well-being. Do good because it feels good kinda guy (he wants to be somebody’s Hero, ya know how it be).

Janus: Understands that morality is such a grey place that most anything can be seen as bad if you argue it enough. Places value on the self as someone deserving of feeling good as well, and bases moral values on what you as an individual wants to do. Also still kinda morally grey in general and probably shouldn’t always be listened to.

Remus: I Follow no Rules but My Own. Full rejection of social pressures. What precisely that means for his resulting moral standing is up to debate.

Deceit

Logan: Woorsst lair because he’ll twist truth and facts into it and it’s hard to pick out what’s the lie. Very blunt about his role as deception and its benefits and drawbacks. Very good about remembering which lies were told when and to who. Not the kind to lie more than seen necessary.

Roman: Focus on lying as acting and getting to where you need to go in life. ‘Fake it til you make it’ is his motto and it also includes mental states. Makes it hard to be honest about feelings. Very much a ‘lying to yourself’ aspect.

Virgil: Lying to avoid perceived negative repercussions. Lying still bothers him- as lying can also cause negative reactions. Focus on lying in reaction to events, less so on lying to the self. Not every lie is especially necessary though, knee-jerk reactions and fear make it very easy to lie. Lies of omission being the most utilized.

Remus: The opposite to Roman’s ‘lying to yourself’. Lying to others just to see their reactions. Uses being ‘blatantly honest’ about taboo subjects to seem honest about other things.

Patton: Lying to spare people’s feelings and being perceived well. Focus on lying or omitting the truth to seem like everything’s awesome.

Intrusive Thots

Patton: Makes emotional reactions overwhelmingly hard to gauge and control, results in terrifying thoughts and feelings with little control or filter. Gets stuck on ideas because of how hard he’s trying to push it away (yea know, like the white bear experiment).

Virgil: Thinks in problem solving, but the problems are of course, the thoughts of his own creation. Incessant about ‘solving’ the perceived problem.... not much else changes.

Logan: The Mad Scientist aesthetic is fun, what can I say? Takes facts and focuses on the scary parts, and then brings them back up on the slightest hint of relevance, and sometimes just Because. Some of it is curiosity taken into a frightening territory and gets overwhelming.

Janus: Emphasis on what happens if terrible things happened. Also likes using the ‘you’re gonna go to hell anyway just dive in with me’ argument. Occasionally pops up in a way that sounds almost nice, then turns horrifying very quickly.

Roman: Take Roman, make his ideas more Remus. He’s already Loud and Proud, just make him scarier, and a little more incessant and probably a little more arrogant for good measure.

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Safe Space

One day I’ll write something not a week after I said I would. Today is not that day. So sorry. Anyway! This was inspired by an ask received on @devildomsexting by @devildom-thot about an MC who needs some safe space cuddles from ya snake boi.

Hope you guys enjoy and that I did the idea justice!

Warnings: None, just some fluff

It had been one of those days. Nothing had necessarily gone wrong but nothing had necessarily gone right for them either. You realized you should have known when you woke up twenty minutes late to the sound of Mammon banging and yelling on the bedroom door that it was just a day to throw into the trash. Once finding your D.D.D hadn't been charging and was creeping dangerously low on battery level, you should have just crawled back into bed. But no, that wouldn't fly with Lucifer. So you'd put yourself together the best you could and gone to RAD.

You could feel it in class, the burn out creeping in, the fatigue that didn't quite want to leave you alone after a supposedly good nights sleep. It could be felt every time something was just a little too loud. Or how everything seemed to be just a little too loud, how every conversation was exhausting even if it was from a place of concern and care by the brothers or the angels.

Space, peace and quiet. That was what you needed. By the time you made your way back to the House of Lamentation at the end of the day, it was almost a desperate temptation to slip under the covers of your bed and enjoy some quiet. But by past experience that there was no way the room would go unoccupied for very long. You could already hear some sort of commotion in the kitchen as you were approaching the bedroom door.

The brothers had become like your second family, and you were truly fond of all of them. But they weren't always what was needed on the days where too many loud noises guaranteed some tears. As you shed your RAD uniform in your room an idea came to mind; a safe place to decompress and let the overstimulation of the week wash off of your shoulders. After changing into more comfortable casual clothes, you slipped back down the hall and towards the almost always closed bedroom door.

After a few months of being around, Leviathan had trusted you with an open door policy into his room. If you knocked and he heard he would still ask for a password just to be safe, but on the chance that he had his special noise cancelling headphones on and didn't hear them, you were allowed in. After giving a tentative knock, only to receive no response after a moment, you concluded this was one of those times and stepped in slowly. Leviathan sat in his gaming chair as expected, headphones on with a look of concentration on his face that bordered frustration.

The motion of you entering caught his eye, drawing his attention away for a split second curiously to you. You gave a small wave with an equally small smile that did nothing to hide the tiredness in your eyes before pointing at the beanbag chairs for silent explanation. He nodded with a wave of permission before turning back to his game. Your steps were quiet on the carpeted floor as you made your way over to the plush seating. Already the muted sounds of the aquatic room brought some comfort to your mind. The only bright lights came from the computer screen at the moment, and even those weren't as harsh on your eyes at the moment.

At first you dropped down onto a beanbag with a heavy exhale, letting your body quite literally flop and sprawl across it. The occurrences of the day, the week really, ran through your mind as they were finally allowed to process in the near silence. The ambiance of Levi's room had always been calming to you, even if the demon himself wasn't there, but especially so when he was. The soft blues of his tank and its lights, the ripples given off despite the lack of occupants inside said tank aside from Henry 2.0. The rhythmic tapping of Levi on his keyboard helped coax your mind to silence like a familiar song.

Then there was the demon himself.

Despite his sin and the jealousy often displayed when he got aggravated, Leviathan was your comfort, your safe space. A safe person who never expected too much. Who knew exactly what it felt like to have just too much of the real world overwhelm you. He understood when the touch of someone else felt like sandpaper, or how other voices sounded like nails on a chalkboard. He understood and knew how to give you space even when you couldn't verbalize when you needed it. And he knew what each little step back down to being grounded meant and what it took sometimes, so he never complained about how long it took. Even if you fell asleep in his room after hours of silence between you.

A soft smile grew on your lips as you snuggled into the beanbag, letting your eyes close and your body relax slowly.

Once again the offending red lined text of 'Game Over' shouted out at him from his screen, making Levi snarl in annoyance at his computer. He had been struggling with this particular puzzle aspect of the game for who knew how long now. It was so close to the end of the game and he thanked Diavolo there were save points. Or else he quite probably would have broken his monitor screen in frustration.

As he reloaded his last save, the thought occurred to him that he hadn't seen you leave, or really move around, out of his peripherals for a while. Hitting the pause key, he let himself straighten out and stretch before turning to look for you in his room. At first he didn’t see you right away but as he turned to look the other way, a light pressure on his tail drew his attention down. At some point he must have let out his demon form due to his frustration at the game, no surprise really, it happened a lot. But that wasn't what caused him to flush and silence a stammer before it came out.

Between the time you had come in and now you had moved your chosen beanbag over to be beside his chair. Your body was curled just barely away from him, not quite on your side but not quite on your back either. Your face was relaxed with a happy, genuine little smile on your lips. Though your brow was lightly furrowed in your sleep, as if the stress of the waking world didn’t want to let you go just yet. His tail had curled around your shoulders and in your sleep you had cuddled up to the length of it like a teddy bear. As if on reflex the tip reached up to smooth out the furrow in your brow before relaxing back down again.

Levi felt his heart beating in his throat as you murmured and snuggled his tail more, blissfully unaware of his eyes on you. It felt like a mirage, an illusion that would surely vanish if he were to make any sudden moves or noises. Even as he felt your very real warmth around his scaled limb. He could still remember what you'd said when he asked why you liked to sleep beside him, even in his chair.

"You're like cave at sea Levi. Watching over me and keeping me safe from all the noise outside."

It still made his face flush when he thought about it. Not that he wasn't already bright red at the sight of you now.

Tentatively, slowly, like he truly was afraid you would vanish at his touch, he reached down and brushed his fingers lightly through your hair. When you barely stirred, he decided it was probably safe to move you to his tub with him. As carefully as he could once his game was off, he scooped you from the beanbag into his arms and carried you to his bathtub bed.

By the time he had the both of you settled into the cushions, you on his chest and his tail still in your arms, he could feel his heart swelling proudly. The fact that you trusted him enough to sleep so deeply around him, despite him being a demon, despite him being a yucky otaku with nothing to offer. You still chose him when you needed someone to be safe with. He could feel his grin widening as the giddy warm feeling that he usually got when you smiled at him spread over his body.

"Sweet dreams normie." He whispered into your hair once he'd pulled the blankets around the two of you, knowing he would be ready to be there for you when you woke up. Until then he would be content to hold you in his arms as long as you needed.

#obey me fic #obey me leviathan fic #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #i tried to keep the mc as nondescript and gn as possible #listen the snake boy just wants to cuddle you #will probably reblog in the morning so sorry peeps who see this twice #obey me levi fluff

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