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invincibledc · 1 month ago

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more kole?☹️

⋆˙⟡ACTIONS OF LOVE! ⋆˙⟡

⋆˙⟡ KOLE ANDERS (OC) X BATSIB!READER⋆˙⟡

SYNOPSIS: the actions of love he does for you

GENRE: fluffy fluff fluff! <3

INFO: this OC is an OC I’ve written for my own amusement. He’s the adoptive son of Kori/Starfire. Full HUMAN name, Kole Anders. His Tamaranean name is Koldond'r. Reader is the twin sibling of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically, plus freakishly tall like a Tamaranean should be.

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He always showed his love towards you, he’s an affectionate guy.

ACTS OF SERVICE.

He helps with missions, he could never say no to you, and vice versa. You would see him flying or floating above you, his glowing-filled green eyes and fiery red hair.

Part of his red hair was glowing from red to yellow like a burning bright flame. His golden skin showed off the contrast of it all.

“Hello!” he says excitedly, watching you knock a bad guy out. He floats to the ground, smiling brightly as his hair flows majestically. “Any problem, my friend?” he questions, you ignored him, not in the mood for some tall ass boy to talk to you as you tie up the goon.

You didn't notice how he stared at you, watching you closely, watching you struggle to lift the guy. Maybe it was time to stop bed rotting during the weekend and work out hard like Damian.

Just as you grunted, the 6-foot alien boy with fiery hair, picked up the man with no issues. Putting the heavy male over his broad shoulders.

Staying quiet—you nodded and answered your comms to alert your father, aka Bruce, that you caught that suspect he wanted for his investigation.

He also helps you with air support missions. This guy will never let you down, not even wanting you to touch the ground. His adoptive mother taught him well! Thanks to Kori, he’s a good gentleman that will always be by your side.

Like the one time you wore uncomfortable shoes once to a hangout with him, he picked you up like as if this was a fairytale. With one arm, you were lifted on the said arm. He smiled up at you, “Feeling better?” “y-yes.. Uhm. Thank you, Kole.”

“No problems!”

PHYSICAL TOUCH.

Physical touch, he is the definition of it. The moment he has the time, he’s clutching your hand into his. His eyes shine so colorfully when he notices his hand is bigger than yours. He would poke at your fingers with such a cute face. Pulling out a face like “:3”, as you stare at him chuckling.

“So small… you are certainly adorable y/n.” he gave you an eye-closed smile before he kissed your cheek.

When you both started to date, the touches didn't change except for the kisses. He always was the one to constantly have a hand on you.

Hand on your waist, hand on the shoulder, hand in hand, etc. All small touches and he was living for it.

The moment you give this Tamaranean a small kiss on his lips or cheek, his hair goes ablaze.

It all happened one day, you were fatigued. Rubbing your eyes—you noticed a certain Tamaranean male who was watching cartoons.

Trying to understand all kinds of human entertainment on the bug screen. You didn't even process what you did next as you sat by him, giving him a quick kiss.

His green eyes blew up brightly, along with his hair as immediately as soon as that kiss made contact, his hair blew in flames.

With a yelp, you jerked back to see his flushed tanned cheeks and his wide-like eyes. He turned towards you, “Please… my darling, don't do that again. I do not wish to harm you.” He says so softly. That was before he gave you a big kiss to pay back the small kiss you gave him.

So watch out when you do this unexpectedly, he may set someone on fire due to how sometimes his emotions can affect his fiery hair just like solar energy.

Dont also get him started on cuddling. He fiens for cuddling, he lives always having his body against yours.

Like a damn cat, he would lay his whole body across your lap, not daring to move—he smiles at you with his handsome curls.

You gently run your hands through his curls, you give him such a soft smile. And just like that, his body is burning up so easily. He hides himself into your stomach.

He’s never coming out of that hiding spot, cause you can just feel his stupid smile against your abdomen.

WORD OF AFFIRMATION.

Word of affirmation, he's a god at that.

You could be feeling like dirt if you didn't do well when training yourself, and he’ll be like, “You got this sweetie!” and your brothers (dick) will be like, “Awww..” while the others (mostly Damian and Jason) are like “Ew, love.” either way, Kole is a sweet boy.

He doesn't care even while battling monsters or goons, he’ll say that you did a good job.

Kole was flying around uphead, blasting enemies with his laser eyes. As a green beam strikes a rock monster down, he watches how you did a hand back spring over one of the monster’s heads—that was before grabbing their head and slamming them down.

He flew past you, leaving you just with a fire trail of his hair—you look in his direction of where he flew to see two thumbs-ups.

“Wonderful takedown Robin!” he says loud and proud.

Your face blew up, not expecting him to outright yell it out. He didn't seem to be embarrassed as he hurled a star bolt at another monster, puncturing a hole into the middle of the monster.

Best person to get compliments—like that one time during a gala, he was smitten with you. Always smiling such a goofy smile and throwing compliments left and right.

“You look beautiful/handsome!”

“The outfits suit you, I mean—you always look amazing.”

“You have pretty eyes.”

That last one was because he couldn't stop staring at your eyes. He loves your eyes like you like his.

Meanwhile, this was going on, Dick made a phone call to Kori.

“Kori… I'm so happy to meet my brother-in-law,” he says dramatically.

QUALITY TIME.

Quality time, oh boy!! This tamaranean loves spending time with you!

Whether it's a mission, patrols, teen titans meeting, or just full-on dates. The minute you text him, “Hey wanna spend time?” he’s flying straight to the manor with a green trail behind him due to his eyes glowing bright and his hair flaming with a whole bunch of emotions.

He almost smashes into your window—breaking it almost, you looked at the window when you heard a faded tap against it.

No joke, you jolted from your bed to see “menacing” green eyes staring back into your own [color] eyes.

“I-I’m here!” He says softly loud, it’s late at night. He wishes to not disturb other’s sleep for his time over here. Opening the window, you were pummeled by an eager golden-skinned teenage boy who smiled softly.

“Hi.”

“…hello, beloved.”

He just smiles at you, not even blinking as you stare back. This always happens awkwardly where you both stare at each other.

I mean, Damian does it to Jon, and Jon just plays along with it.

I’d say if you were grounded, and couldn't have anyone over... *cough cough* Kole *cough cough*. Kole would listen to Bruce because that man trained him along with Kori.

But, he can't deny a simple request from his lover that they are feeling lonely. He’ll feel bad because he wouldn't want to feel lonely either.

He sleekly opens the apartment window, fleeing to Gothman city. What he doesn't know is that his mother walks into his room with a knowing smile.

She chuckles and closes the door, “Teenage love..” she says this while her head.

RECEIVING GIFTS.

Oh lord, he's an abominable gifter. And not because he gives you gifts, no. It's because he always spends BADLY on you.

Although there were times he brought you tamaran cultured foods, bringing you Pudding of Sadness when you didn't do good on a test and felt down in the dumps. Yeah, he didn't know your human stomach couldn't handle it as you threw up the next minute in your bedroom bathroom.

Patting your back, he frowns as he eats the Pudding of Sadness now. He can't let it go to waste!

He gifts you roses, hoodies, and weird jewelry. He once had flown to space for a mission and came back with a rock from a planet.

Handing it over to you—he smiled, “It reminded me of you!” he said while you gave him an awestruck expression.

“Awww, this is so sweet of you, my beloved.” you gave him a soft peck on his cheek and he instantly clung to you.

It's even worse when you both get older, you both could be living in a cute small apartment. You would possibly walk in from your shift as a normal person, and there is Kole with his long curls in a ponytail. He had a meteorite shaped into a lovely ring. It was a sweet gift, you cried whilst he kissed your head.

The small kisses on your face were filled with love, he places the ring onto your ring finger.

You never thought he could get you such a nice gift…

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princesitangelita · 5 months ago

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♡ after swearing up and down that you can’t make a sale, jim lets you answer his phone to give it a try. his elaborate plan to prove himself right goes south as soon as the man on the other line buys a heaping amount of paper in exchange for your phone number..

warnings: flirty banter, teasing, fluff, mild humor, slight tension (?), jim being a little jealous (a lot, actually), close proximity

a/n: first jim prompt! feel free to send in req’s!

wc: 1.1k

“..but why? why do you think it’s impossible for me to sell paper?” jim was leaning over the counter of the receptionist desk, both of your faces not far from one another’s. “because you answer the phone like this!” he taunted your high pitched ‘customer service’ voice, your cheeks heating as you giggled quietly. “i do not sound like that!” jim smiled when you accidentally snorted, your eyes widening in embarrassment. phyllis looked over at you two, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “there’s a reason you didn’t get the sales position, ditzy.”

you gasped, slapping his arm playfully. “that’s a low blow, halpert!” shaking your head, you opened up the spreadsheet michael had forwarded to you, “and by the way, my insane typing skills got me this position. i get to sit and look pretty all day..” jim nodded, eyes flittering down to the soft curve of your lips. “yeah, that you do.” his voice dropped down a few octaves, the sound paired up with his words made butterflies flutter in your tummy. the girls were so going to be hearing about this later.

you met his eyes for a brief moment, both of you clearing your throats awkwardly at the sudden energy shift. “seriously though, how hard could it be?” just as you asked him, his phone began ringing. “wanna find out?” you were up on your feet, basically buzzing with excitement as you followed jim over to his desk. the last thing jim expected you to do was bend over the hardwood his phone was rested on, his distressed glare finding the cameraman. dwight was eyeing you with pinched eyebrows, wondering what the hell you two were up to now.

for his own sake, jim didn’t dare glance down at your backside in that tight pencil skirt of yours, instead he took his seat, pushing himself all the way in under his desk before motioning for you to answer the damned thing. flashing an innocent smile at dwight, he rolled his eyes as you put the receiver to your ear. “jim halpert speaking!” jim closed his eyes, holding in a laugh as he muted the call. “you have to say your name, not mine..” the realization dawned on you, a little ‘oh, that’s right!’ leaving your lips before he unmuted you.

chirping your name into the phone, the man on the other side of the line sounded confused as he carried on. “hello, is this dunder mifflin? the paper company.” you hummed, drawing a few stares from oscar and stanley. “hi there, my name is jonathan and i was tasked with choosing the best paper for my office, and i came across this number. if you don’t mind, i just had a few questions.” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “of course, i’d be happy to provide you with answers!” jim leaned in, listening closely to the call.

“why should i choose dunder mifflin as my business’s official paper supplier?” it was a simple question, but it still had you wracking your brain for what you should say. “uhm.. well! here at dunder mifflin, we have the best sales representatives always just one phone call away! we will keep your office and/or work space stocked with only the highest quality of paper, card stock, and many more! all at an amazing price as well, and you didn’t hear this from me.. but if you buy in bulk, you get major steals.” jim was flabbergasted. maybe he should be a receptionist instead. this was your desk now.

“wow! that sounds amazing. you really checked all of my boxes.” he laughed, a hint of flirting evident in his tone. “yeah? well i usually do.” jim looked at the side of your face, his gaze burning hot. “i bet.. look, this might come across as really weird, but gosh your voice is so pretty, it’s a nice change from the usual montone robots answering these phones.” you chuckled, the sound making jim want to snatch the thing out of your hand. dwight noticed this, a smug look taking over his features.

michael had his head poking out of his door, the entire office now listening in on your conversation. “put it on speaker!” erin whispered, everyone agreeing in unison. jim sighed, already not liking where this was going. “oh trust me, i know,” you spoke, “but would you be interested in hearing any of my offers?” you motioned for jim to pull up the package deals sheet on his computer. “please, enlighten me.” you gasped, raising your eyebrows at the man next to you. jim was quick to cover the scowl on his face, a fake smile gracing his lips as he pulled up december’s spreadsheet.

“okayyy! so starting off with the most expensive package, for five hundred dollars a month, you get a weekly delivery on your paper, and this includes an unlimited card stock supply that i can personally guarantee will arrive on time, all the time—”

“i’ll take it.” you blinked, dwight’s grin dropping from his face.

“r-really?! you don’t want to hear about my other packages?” jonathan, the man on the other line let out a disapproving hum. “no, i’ve heard quite enough, i’d love to make a deal with you though.” everyone exchanged looks, you and jim meeting each other’s eyes for the first time during this entire ordeal. “okay, may i please get your information?” you took the phone off of speaker, everyone, including michael, groaning in frustration. “i wanted to hear the deal!” kevin shook his head. angela made a face, turning around in her seat as she resumed watching cat videos on youtube.

you were quiet for a few moments, your eyes widening as jonathan stated his offer. “..so what you’re telling me is; in exchange for purchasing the five hundred dollar package, you want my phone number?” the office went into an uproar, dwight shooting out of his seat. “what is this? a phone sex hotline?!” jim couldn’t stand to listen to another second of this, his index finger reaching out and pressing the ‘end call’ button. you yelped, dropping the phone on his desk. “jim, what the hell?! i totally had that in the bag!” you stood up, a series of shouts sounding around the office.

“transfer him to my phone right now!” meredith shouted, jim wasting no time in giving her the number. “alright, ditzy, you could sell paper.” he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, clearing his throat as he made eye contact with one of the cameras in the corner. you may be lacking a bit in the logical department, but you were an expert when it came to reading jim, and right now? he looked nothing short of jealous. you leaned down next to his ear. “well i’m glad we could settle that, halpert.” jim swallowed thickly, your perfume diminishing all of his senses.

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rie-092 · 1 year ago

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DEAREST ADVISOR.

❥. yandere! emperor x advisor! reader

• liam luwelton was one of the most famous emperor on the history of lobelia empire. while he was praised for being a good and powerful ruler. he was also famous for being a womanizer who hook up with so many girls yet, he didn't even chosen any of them to be his empress.

• don't blame him, he likes having fun. but he hates when he got attached or tied to something that will hinder him. he was only doing this for his own entertainment after all. no one stayed on his side for so long anyways, well maybe except to the captain of his imperial knights, warren, his childhood friend.

• that was the main reason why he became surprised when warren's younger sister, you, became his advisor. the most amusing part was warren is the one who recommended you. hmm, it seemed like your brother doesn't even care about the fact that liam's mother, the previous empress, fired all the female servants after knowing her son's tendencies to, uhm... seduce them.

• that was the main reason why he was excited to finally meet you. the famous sister of his friend. he wanted to know how long will it take for you to became smitten and obsessed with him? ahh, just thinking about it makes liam so excited.

• but you were fucking different that he expected. who in the hell is in the right mind to greet the emperor for the first time while wearing a damn pyjamas? what the fuck? as far as he knew, you were the damn daughter of a duke. so, what in the hell was wrong with your fashion sense?

• well, keeping your fuvked up fashion aside. you were indeed good at your job. even though you can be pretty hard headed sometimes, you were able to carry yourself with so much confidence and boy, oh boy. he likes it so much.

• maybe, that time when he basically threaten you to wear an appropriate dress to attend a certain banquet with him. was the time when he realized that he fucked up. yeah, his motto that 'no string attached' crumbled down as he saw your annoyed face when the maids' dressed you up with the most elegant dress that he gifted for you. and the fact that you got drunk that night and mumbled some cute nonsense didn't helped either. fuck. the main reason why he got you drunk anyways is to fuck you. but damn, he can't bring himself to do it since you looked so cute while clinging to him for support!

• as a yandere, liam was overbearing and posessive. gosh, this guy is unhinged and practically crazy. he's an emperor for the petesake! he killed his siblings to ascend to the throne. so don't expect that he's a nice guy!

• those times that he escaped the palace just to go outside and hook up with girls? yup, he stopped doing that for you. expect that while working, his eyes were focused on your every move. you talk to other guy other than him and warren? expect that he will be fired the next day. and why is that? well, it's your fault.

• he was now fine with you working in your pyjamas, you're so cute wearing that after all! but, in exchange he will increase your workload 10x because he knew that you always goes home after finishing your work, he just wants to spend the whole day with you!

• don't even think of quiting, darling. because liam will not let you to do so. unfortunately, he was able to wrap his pretty fingers around you with you being unaware of it. ahh, he just loves how clueless you are when liam fired all the male servants on his palace and replaced it with the female ones to make sure they you won't be able to flirt with them while working.

• all in all, liam is head over heels for you. he wants you for himself to the point that he spread the rumour about you being the next empress of the prestigious lobelia empire. just to shackle you by his side.

• but of course, your usual playful older brother doesn't like it at all. so be ready, because just like a prince on the fantasy stories that the two of you read before. he will do anything to save you, his precious little sister even if it means he needs to burn down the whole empire and kill liam for you. i mean, when you were a kid, you mentioned that you wanted to be a ruler. so just sit back and let your big brother, warren do the work <3.

“ our love comes first, everything is secondary.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #platonic yandere x reader #tw.yandere #tw.dark content #yandere x y/n #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #platonic yandere #imagines #tw. curse #tw. violence #tw. dark content #tw. manipulation #tw. isolation #tw. obsession #tw. mention of killing.

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elysiality · 4 days ago

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DÉJÀ VU —

shauna shipman.

"Do you remember this, Shipman?"

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 synopsis — Shauna wakes up to a cold bedroll, no girlfriend beside her and the ramifications of unwelcomed weather, the looming threat of starving through another winter— this time, with her in charge. what a great time to relive the worst moments of her life.

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 cw — Shauna Shipman being Shauna Shipman, yj S3 spoilers, fem reader, graphic descriptions of violence, you're Lottie's most loyal cuckoo acolyte yipee !, tagging this like it's an A03 story, angst w a happy ending, yellowjackets typical antics (requested !)

from the start, something about you drew Shauna to you. she wasn't sure why— as far as you were concerned, you seemed like a perfectly average girl on the outside. normal grades, good at soccer, a perfectly humdrum life, a face that blends into the crowd. if Jackie heard her voice any of that, she'd probably never hear the end of it.

“Uhm— no?” an annoying voice rings out from beside her. Shauna can practically hear the smirk in her voice.

she sighs in exasperation, slamming her diary shut and looking up to see fake Jackie grinning at her like a damn shark.

“I can't say anything, remember? Cuz— y'know-” Jackie tilts her head and suddenly, her face is blue and cold, there's snow in her hair, her eyes are glazed over— Shauna shakes her head hard. It's not real, she tells herself firmly.

when she looks up, Jackie is back to her normal, ghosty, bitchy self, grinning self-assuredly with a confidence Shauna once wished she had.

“Can't believe I'm still haunting you, Shipman.” Jackie snorts. she leans against the flimsy stick walls of the hut, looking down at Shauna with a sneer. “You'd think you would've gotten over me once you found your girl saviour.”

Shauna bites back a snarl— those seem to be escaping her every other day now. she sets her diary down next to her with shaking hands, looking up at Jackie from her seated position.

“One, don't call her that and two, there was nothing to get over. We were just friends, Jackie.” the words sound like a bald-faced lie to her own ears. she ignores Jackie’s knowing smirk.

“Suuuure.” fake Jackie drawls. “Whatever floats your boat, Shipman.”

“When will you fucking get over yourself?” Shauna snaps at her, standing up abruptly. Jackie stays surprisingly calm. she squints her eyes at Shauna with that scrutinizing gaze— that look she got when she was trying to figure out which dress looked better on her, or if she was trying to lie.

Shauna shifts uncomfortable on the balls of her feet. Jackie finally hums, cupping Shauna’s sharp jaw. “I'll get over myself when you stop thinking of my memory like I was a self-centred bitch.”

she steps back, gesturing to her snow-crusted outfit, the blueness of her face. “I'm dead, remember? Even if I was like this….you took any chance I had of getting redemption. So yeah—”, Jackie’s voice cracks on the last syllable, “thanks a lot, Shauna.”

Shauna deflates like a balloon pricked. she stares at the ground, drawing patterns in the dirt with the toe of her boot. “I'm sorry.” she says quietly after a beat of silence. “I didn't want you to die.”

she hears Jackie sigh deeply. “I know.”

Shauna finally looks up at Jackie. she looks like normal Jackie again. the same Jackie she slept next to, giggled with, picked out pretty little dresses with, the same Jackie she kissed during slumber parties because being drunk was the only excuse she had to do so. the only excuse they both had.

Jackie looks around the cramped hut nonchalantly, her face completely passive though her eyes reflect a certain something that Shauna can't put a name to. “Where is your girl saviour anyway?”

Shauna grits her teeth to stop herself from snapping at Jackie again and telling her to stop using that dumb nickname. instead, she goes, “Why do you even care?”

Jackie looks at her like she just told her that she wanted to take her pet rock for a walk. She scrunches up her face and runs a hand through her frosty hair. Shauna flinches at the crackle. “Well, cuz she brought me back, y'know? To you, I mean. Not- literally, that would be insane.”

now it's Shauna’s turn to pucker up her face like she bit into a lemon. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means that she brought me back to you. Don't you remember the first time I came back after the whole….ear thing?”

well yes, Shauna remembers, of course she does. it happened the first night you moved into her hut. you had just started dating, she had just asked you to be her girl.

she asked if you were fine with moving in with her and you gave your approval. she moved you in without further ado (god, she was just the living stereotype of a u-haul lesbian, huh?). it's not like you had many possessions to move anyway.

she couldn't sleep that first night unlike you, who passed out immediately. she just sat and stared down at you next to her. your slow breaths filled the room, you twitched every now and then, letting out the cutest little snores.

she wasn't sure what it was, but there was an unease in her gut. butterflies, perhaps. you were her first girlfriend, after all— her first actual relationship, as a matter of fact. and she liked you. really liked you. even if you were a bit too devoted to the Wilderness and it's trashy opinion.

but she knew it wasn't that, not really. it was fear. everything she had worth living for was taken from her, time and time again.

her life. her early acceptance to Brown. that nationals win, though it was more for Jackie than for herself. Jackie. her baby. hell, she had finally gotten attached to that ramshackled cabin and then it had to go and burn down. even Coach Scott had run off, though she was never all that affectionate towards him.

it only made sense that her shitty luck would continue with you too, right?

just as she was coming to this highly depressing realisation, she heard a familiar, raspy laugh. she froze, her eyes locking in on the gold necklace glinting around your neck. she had given it to you for safekeeping, a spur of the moment thing with no further thoughts.

she didn't have to look up to know who it was, she didn't want to look up. but against her better judgement, she did anyway. because her heart ached to see her again, even if her brain told her that it was the stink fumes from the village making her hallucinate.

Jackie stood just beside your head, her arms crossed tightly like that habit of hers, looking as freezing cold as the day she died, a warm grin on her face.

“Hiya, Shipman.”

and then it had all basically been downhill from there. y'know, as it is when you start seeing the ‘ghost’ of your dead, soccer captain bestfriend who you posthumously cannibalised with the rest of your teammates.

Jackie followed her around everywhere. like a….well, a ghost. and she seemed interested in you. Shauna didn't like that.

Jackie always had to have whatever Shauna wanted. always. she couldn't even give herself to Shauna when she wanted her the most. what a selfish bitch.

she noticed. how Jackie looked at you when you would tell Shauna about your day, the visions you saw. how she grimaced, just like Shauna did, whenever you would excitedly bring up Lottie with that sparkle in your eye.

sometimes, when you said something particularly kooky, Shauna would pull a face when you turned away and look over to see Jackie, with her own expression reflected back at her.

Shauna hated it. but she couldn't say it was far from reality. she was always so like Jackie.

they spent so much time together that sometimes, Shauna would find herself standing in the mirror, desperately trying to change something about herself— a new hair colour, a different set of earrings, a new style, just to distinguish herself from Jackie.

as a way to assure herself that she wasn't just another head attached to Jackie, a less popular, less loved version of her that followed her around like a shadow.

so Shauna keeps her mouth shut. she looks up at Jackie, who's looking down at her expectantly, with that all-knowing look she used to get when she knew exactly what Shauna was thinking. in this case, she does.

Shauna slumps, her shoulders drooping sullenly. “She's with Lottie.”, she mumbles out finally, fidgeting with the strap of her gun.

she hears Jackie scoff at the revelation. just like how she held herself back from reacting when you told her. but it makes sense. after all, this Jackie is just a manifestation of Shauna's inner thoughts.

“And you let her? You let your girlfriend go off with that psycho who thinks god sent her down to share her looney prophecies?” Shauna prickles at the disbelief in her tone but can't deny that it's a valid response. Jackie's just verbalising what she thought after you walked off with Lottie into the woods.

“I wasn't thinking-” Shauna starts off but Jackie cuts through her words. “Oh please! Get it together, Shipman. That's your girl. Grow a pair already.”

Shauna starts, standing up, ready to tear her a new one without fear of sounding like she's completely lost her marbles, yelling at a non-existent ghost when your voice rings in her ears.

she immediately grows alert, her head snapping in your direction like a guard dog. her senses detect your voice coming from beyond the doorway of her hut and sure enough, you're charging towards her at full speed, a massive grin etched on your face.

she does a quick check around the hut— Jackie has disappeared. so she returns your grin as you barrel towards her at full speed, knocking the wind out of her as you fall to the ground.

she matches your verve, caging you in her arms as you giggle on top of her, sounding just a bit too intoxicated for her liking. it's nice to have someone who doesn't show her animosity every second of the day.

she will have to talk to Lottie about this getting high on mushrooms business however. she's not sure if she wants you drugged up and gushing like a middle school girl with a crush all the time. there's only so much a girl can take, really.

“Have a good day?”, she asks, her voice soft— a tone you recognise from before the crash. you nod, rolling over onto your threadbare bed and relieving her chest of your weight.

this is your cue to launch into long winded tangents about your visions and detailed explanations on what you saw with Lottie and what Lottie thought as well as Shauna’s cue to check out of these conversations.

she's found that she likes the cadence of your voice during these rambles a lot more than she actually likes the subject topic.

she likes to stare at your face when you're talking, to see that excited, almost manic gleam in your eyes, how your eyebrows furrow together when you struggle to remember the day's events (given that you were high as a kite for most of them), the scrunch of your nose, the movement of your lips.

she thinks that you know that she's not really listening, that you're just relieved to have someone to unload the information you're brimming with on, like an erudite.

you finally finish your rant with a full description on how you made your way back to Shauna after your long day. you shoot her a goofy grin, and her lips twitch upwards into a smile against her will.

she feels strangely bashful, like she used to feel when Jackie did— basically anything. she hasn't felt anything so juvenile in ages. you're not a filler to replace the Jackie-shaped hole in her heart, but you're healing it anyway.

you snuggle under the bedrolls, pulling up your patchy blanket and making grabby hands at Shauna. she rolls her eyes playfully, but scoots over to your little palette of the hut and curls up against you, soaking in your body heat in the frosty air whipping her hair around loosely.

“I love you, Shauna.” you mumble to her, rubbing your eye with your free hand. you're already drifting, drained from the arduous task of shirking your duties and seeing divine visions with the local shrink instead.

Shauna stiffens under your chilly hands— you run cold at night, and then quickly shakes it off.

she mumbles some gibberish under her breath— it could've been anything from “love you too” or “tie your shoes” and she winces, painfully self aware of how embarrassing that was.

you accept the mumbled nonsense with a wry smile, cuddling closer to her. Shauna feels the murky pit of guilt that lies dormant in her stomach expand but she can't help herself.

she rests her chin on your head cautiously, as though afraid you're gonna explode at her for not returning the sentiment.

admitting that she loves you means admitting that she still has something left to lose.

but it doesn't matter. she has time, a lot of time. she'll keep you safe till she's ready to say it back. it's not like anyone in the village would dare to spit on your name with her as your guard dog/girlfriend.

“g’night, angel.” she whispers into your hair. but you're already snoring quietly, completely tuckered out. slowly but surely, Shauna drifts off into a deep slumber too.

only, the others aren't the problem, it seems, because she jolts awake to Jackie’s voice calling her. her breathing is heavy, she can't even remember what she was dreaming about. she wipes the beads of sweat from her forehead, sighing heavily. the nightmares get more frequent the closer winter comes.

she frowns as her breath mists up in front of her. Jackie whistles to get her attention. her eyes snap back up to her, miffed. only, Jackie nods to the spot next to you, a small, sorrowful smile playing on her blue lips. wait— blue?

dread clouding in her stomach for a reason she can't comprehend, Shauna slowly turns her head to the side— and immediately feels like she's been punched in the gut. the wind is knocked clean out of her. like the weather— the bedroll next to hers is cold.

she kicks off her sheets blindly, struggling to pull on a loose flannel that offers no protection against the cold. getting up on her shaking feet is an arduous task that nearly causes her to collapse.

when her vision clears, she's staring straight into the village— the white, cold expanse of land stretching for miles, coating trees and covering hills she can barely see.

she doesn't realise that she's frozen in her place until a cold, ghostly finger prods her in the side of her stomach.

Jackie stands next to her, in her full posthumous glory, arms crossed and looking far too pissed for someone supposedly reaching out from beyond the grave. “Well? Are you not even gonna try to find her?"

her words kickstart something in Shauna, like a shot of adrenaline administered straight to her pumping heart.

she stumbles out of the hut on two feet that feel like they've been attached to the completely wrong body. two left feet— or differently sized limbs.

“Angel?” she calls out. her voice is small, frail, crackly. Jackie's followed her out on quiet feet, now just looking at her with rue.

“Try being louder.” Jackie reprimands quietly.

Shauna does. she screams your name, loud as her raspy voice box will allow her to go. the single-voiced scream of her throat echoes, cacophonous, waking up nearly everyone in the village.

one by one, they start emerging from different huts. Tai, Van, Robin, Mari— but not hide or hair of you is in sight.

she's shrieking now. calling your name over and over, hoping by whichever deity’s listening’s grace that perhaps you've passed out in someone's hut— or maybe that you're scouting at the edge of the village for any thatches of edible plants that may have survived the snowstorm.

gods above, she'd be pissed if you were lying piss-drunk in Mari��s hut, alcohol-poisoned by berry wine, convalescent— but so relieved.

she's vaguely aware of everyone gathering around her. their questions echo in her ears— she's listening, but she's not.

she cranes her head to her right, looking at Jackie for answers instinctively, as she always has. but Jackie just shrugs at her, mournful, her eyes reflective like a cat’s.

“Do you remember this, Shipman?”

that hits like a kick to the teeth. she nearly staggers backwards. yeah she remembers. of course she does. waking up to snow and a cold bedroll. peering out the window, feeling her stomach shrivel into a little ball, wrenching open the door of the cabin and nearly ripping it off its hinges, digging in the snow for a girl too far gone to save.

“No….” she mumbles, tears blurring her vision. hands are grasping at her, feeble attempts to comfort her, but she shoves them off.

“No!” she lunges forward, scrabbling at the nearest snow-covered lump in the ground, praying to everyone, anyone who will listen, that she won't find your freezing body in the cold, won't lose another love to the wilderness, won't have to be left alone with the weight of unspoken words on her shoulders, words that aren't fit to be said over someone's cold body.

a warm, firm pair of hands grip her shoulders, grounding her against the flood of frigid hostility and judgement around her. she looks up through teary eyes at Tai, who's face is pale but stern. “Shauna. We can't help if we don't know what's happened.”

the support in her voice is a welcome change among the glacial treatment Shauna’s been receiving since she lost her baby. the promise of a friend among people who she knows hate her, chips at the last bits of her armour and Shauna shatters.

she clambers into Tai’s steady arms, sobbing into her shoulder. “She's gone, Tai. She's gone! She- she left in the middle of the night, or- or maybe at dawn— I don't- she's gone!”

she feels Tai stiffen in her arms. the air shifts in tone, the surprised whispers shifting to concerned murmurs. the subtext is practically unspoken. everyone remembers that day crystal clear, far better than they remember anything else that's happened out here.

Tai rubs her back before pushing her a little ways away. she turns back to the group, looking haggard but determined. the group may not care much for Shauna, but you're well-respected among them.

“Get the lanterns. Take the horn and stay together in packs of two or three. Don't get lost. Cover her usual pastime spots. Use our signal if you find her.” her words ring out clear and commanding amongst the chaos, bringing the stability everyone needs.

if she wasn't wrecked mentally, Shauna would find the reaction to Tai’s commands threatening— and just the slightest bit lonely.

the group didn't respond well to her. they never did. she wasn't half the natural leader Jackie was, let alone quarter the person.

she doesn't fit in. she never has. even before the crash, she stuck out like a sore thumb among the team, masked by Jackie's brilliance.

they hated her, despised her for the path she chose to take after her grief. she couldn't exactly say she blamed them. if she was anyone else, she'd loathe her too. she already did.

Tai takes her by the forearm and propels her after her. She's in a group of three, Shauna— her, Tai and Jackie, who's tailing behind them quietly, one hand clutched to the chain around her neck, her eyes seeing far, far away, visible to only Shauna.

the frost cuts her nose with each stinging breath. she's aware of the crunch of trampled branches underneath her heavy boots— Tai had forced warmer clothes on her, despite her insistence that she needed to go look for you now.

Tai's basically acting as her limbs for her, since she feels detached from her own body. like she's watching the entire thing play out from Jackie’s point of view.

they make their way through the woods together, Tai’s hand clasped firmly in hers, a warm press that squeezes and brings her back down to earth when she's too far gone to work her body.

she finds that it's easier to keep her head out of the clouds when she's counting her steps. one, two, three…

she's struggling for air, her breath coming in sharp, jagged gasps through her mouth as her body continuously rejects the life-saving oxygen— already halfway there with you, with her baby, with Jackie.

she turns to Jackie occasionally, silently pleading with the girl to tell her something, anything. Jackie only replies in one sentence, over and over, in that infuriatingly pitiful tone— “You can't save her."

just when she thinks she might actually stop breathing, Shauna runs right into what seems to her to be a hard, cold wall. she's knocked back on her back, struggling to breathe.

she massages the back of her head slowly, looking up to find Tai sliding in and out of vision. she seems to have cut herself on something— a stray branch laying in her path, perhaps, because when she pulls her hand away from her head, it's soaked in blood.

only, as her gaze slides around the area, her sight lands on another stirring figure. a figure she didn't see when everyone had convened to start the search for you. the figure who she knew had been a bad influence on you all along.

it all clicks into place.

“You…!”

Shauna gasps out, jumping to her feet. she lunges at the feeble figure, knocking Lottie Matthews right back on her back.

she lands a solid couple of punches, right on Lottie's austere face before Tai drags her off, yelling imprecations that would make a sailor blush.

“I- should've- known!” Shauna snarls, writhing against Tai’s headlock, hissing and spitting like a scorned cat.

her shrivelled stomach curls in on itself in fury, the little monster that sits inside her at all times bashing itself against her ribs, begging to be set loose on Lottie. to peel the skin off each limb till she's separated from her body, till she can't spout her foul visions anymore.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HER?” Shauna wails, her fists flailing, hitting Tai’s gloved hands over and over again.

Lottie stands up again slowly, not even wincing at being knocked flat on her ass twice. she pushes her blood-streaked hair away from her face, those deep eyes of hers locking onto Shauna. “I didn't do anything. She was chosen…”

“FUCK THAT!” Shauna howls, cutting through her words. she wants to strangle her, rip her apart, limb from limb…

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY GIRLFRIEND, YOU FUCKING PSYCHO?!” her voice cracks as she screams, her throat sore and raw from yelling but she keeps going.

Lottie holds her hands up placatingly, trying to mollify Shauna, contributing to Tai’s strenuous efforts. “Shauna, please. You have to understand….”

it's Tai who cuts her off this time. her sharp eyes, unamused and commanding, bore into Lottie. “Lot. Where is she?”

Lottie sighs, as if she's doing them some great favour by telling them how to prevent your imminent death.

“She's at the caves—” she starts, but Shauna is already wrenching herself out of Tai’s grips with no further qualms, barrelling towards the caves on pure, animalistic instinct.

Jackie suddenly breaks into a run besides her, flanking her closely. like at regionals, a little voice whispers inside her head. the company makes something flare inside her and she finds herself at the cracks leading into those damn caves in no time.

she doesn't need to go far to find you. you're right there— lying in a heap on the ground, trembling in your springtime attire.

“Angel?” Shauna's voice breaks as she lurches forwards, turning you over. your eyes are closed and your nose is red from the cold. your face is just the slightest tinge of blue, almost unnoticeable to the untrained eye— but she spent months in that shed with dead, frozen Jackie.

your lips are parted, curved upwards just slightly, like you're smiling.

one of your hands is splayed under you, twitching and coated in dried blood from a deep gash that stretches across your palm. the other is clenched around Jackie’s necklace, sitting on your collarbones.

when she prises your frigid hand open, she sees the imprint of the heart on your cold palm and nearly splits open at the seams.

she looks up, blindsided and sees something drawn on the stone altar in front of her. it makes her blood boil. the symbol is drawn near perfectly on the granite, red— clearly your blood.

just as she's about to lose her mind and break down completely, begging you to wake up like she did at 17, Jackie takes a small step forward towards you.

but she's not as corporeal as she usually is. she's almost flickering, wisps of smoke emerging from the edges of her silhouette that could've been passed off as a trick of the lights.

she's coated in snow, blue and pale. she drops to her knees next to you and silently curls up next to you, mirroring your position perfectly.

Shauna watches, a complete basket case, too stunned to speak as Jackie's free hand clutches yours. she can practically see the tremor of the universe as living flesh comes in contact with ghostly flesh.

“Don't.” her voice is meek and small to herself as she begs, pleads with Jackie not to take you with her. because she won't survive without you. she knows she won't.

Jackie looks up, seemingly surprised at her presence. she looks irked suddenly, rolling her eyes as she sits up, glaring at Shauna. “Jeez, Shipman. I'm not the fricking Grim Reaper or something.”

her piercing eyes flicker to you and then soften. she reaches out and brushes a strand of hair away from your closed eyes. “But she doesn't have much left in her. You have to get her out like- now.”

Shauna makes a move to get you, but finds that her body won't move. she starts to cough, suddenly remembering why no one else except for Lottie and her gaggle of acolytes ever came her. Jackie eyes her up in pitiful disgust. “You should get out too.”

‘No shit!’ Shauna wants to snap at her, but she can't even find it in herself to move her eyelids. they flutter shut against her will as Jackie takes your head in her lap. the last thing she hears is Tai calling her name and then the sound of frantic footsteps.

when she comes to, she's in Misty’s hut. her head is reeling from the effects of the fumes— but she didn't have any visions this time— thankfully and concerningly. because if she didn't have any visions, neither did you. you risked your life for nothing.

she looks up, rubbing her red eyes, and sees Jackie. she winks at her, that sly smirk on her lips, before her features morph into a concerned Misty’s.

Shauna jerks upright, nearly avoiding knocking Misty’s jaw clean off. she throws the heap of blankets off herself. “Where- where is she?” she chokes out to the group of girls around her— the designated healers; Misty, Gen, Mari and Melissa.

“Shauna, you need to rest-” Misty starts but Shauna holds up her hand, feeling a rush of unbridled fury and horrified grief shake her body.

Gen points silently across the village, to Shauna’s hut. Shauna ducks under the entrance of the hut on trembling legs, practically sprinting across the village, trudging through the snow.

she nearly sobs in relief when she sees you, huddled up in multiple layers of blankets, sitting isolated in the small silence your hut grants.

she does sob, in fact. she crashes into your arms, completely ignoring that you nearly suffered hypothermia just— well, she's not sure exactly how long ago. but she doesn't care.

her arms loop around you and squeeze, wandering your body as if re-familiarizing herself with you, even if she saw you not too long ago. she takes in every curve, every dip, committing it to memory.

she doesn't want to let you go again, scared that you'll meet the same fate as Jackie, who left her on a cold, dark night like this one.

“I'm sorry.” she weeps into your neck, over and over again. she's not sure what she's apologising for. something, she's sure. she's guilty of so much, she could fill a journal with her wrongdoings.

she pulls away and looks into your eyes, her voice strangled— “I love you. I love you, I love you so much.”

ah. she's finally saying it. her hands are cupping your face, the calloused pads of her thumbs rubbing over your cheeks over and over again. out of the corner of her eye, she sees Jackie giving her a wide grin and two thumbs ups.

you just smile calmly, your eyes sparkling and radiant. your face is serene as you gently grasp her wrists and set them down on her lap, looking at her with utter admiration and devotion, like she hung the stars in the sky. it makes her squirm in her spot.

you kiss her, softly, but it's heady and intoxicating, becoming fervid in intensity quickly. perhaps it's the adrenaline rush boosting her need for you, the overwhelming emotions. it's different from all the other ones you've shared countless times, in this same spot.

she's panting when you pull away. she scans your face, trying to figure out what changed in you after your stint at the au natural asylum.

“It's okay.” you tell her, your voice a soothing mutter that makes all the tension leave her shoulders. you cup her face in your hands, squishing lightly. “You have a much, much bigger part in our community than you could ever know.”

your voice is so convincing, that Shauna has to admit— she almost believes you.

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a/n: this is lazy and rushed and I'm so sorry to the anon who requested this but it's like 2 am and I was struck by sudden inspiration to finish this in four hours so here, have this low effort thing !

requests are open for all the Yellowjackets girlies, dead or alive !

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sanshinesante · 10 months ago

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𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄| 𝐉𝐉𝐊

“𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧“

Paring- fwb!Jungkook x fwb!female reader

Warnings- car sex, riding, rough sex, unprotected sex (don’t try at home), pounding, hickeys, hair pulling, biting, alot of licking for some reason, overstimulation, eating out and cum eating :))

A/N; Well guys who is back from the dead? Me. I was bored and ovulating. I miss my boys so bad🥲

Word count- 662

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“Fuck” Jungkook's eyes eventually look up from your chest. “What happened?” He grunts making an effort to stay focused on fucking you, eyeing your clothed tits and your crisis as you ride him.

“Your car is too damn small” you whine as you swap from up and down to grinding on his front.

“To bad I’m about to cum, I’ll eat you out after”

“Dickhead” jungkook pounds you from underneath his balls smacking against your supple sweat-drenched skin. You moan at the sensation. Your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Jungkook lifts your shirt past your tits and stares at your hard nipples before launching onto one like a newborn baby.

“Ah fuck… you asshole” you sob and Jungkook stucks the crap out of your nip. His thrusting getting more reckless.

Your body is burning and heavy as you feel your insides throbbing around his stiff cock deep inside you. The cool air from the air conditioner not doing any justice. The soft melody of the Chris Brown song is overshadowed by the erotic sound of you and Jungkook.

You begin sucking his neck to try and stop your head from colliding with the top of the car. You lick and bite his neck.

Jungkook leans his head back, letting you mark him. Even though he’ll bitch you out about it later. Arguing that it makes “his other girls jealous” you giggle at the thought in your head. You dig your nails in his soft clean skin. The imprint coming through. You bite his ear gaining a lower growl from Jungkook who is bottoming out under you.

Jungkook pinches your nipples as he thrusts inside of you. The car trembles at the harsh movements as he hunts his orgrams. You move to his neck licking from his Adam’s apple to his jawline sucking a hickey right under.

“Fuck I’m cumming,” he lets out as he rips his neck away from the hickey and kisses you. Tounges moving in a circles, the fast rush of his cum coating your velvet walls in white. Your breathy moan echoes as you swallow his own. Jungkook softens after he comes and you sit upright but you collide with the roof of the car again.

Jungkook laughs as he hears your frustration for the silent fuck that falls from your lips. You smack his chest as you slip his cock out feeling empty, cool air rushing in as you sit back in the passenger seat.

“We never doing this again,” you say as you fix your skirt. Which jungkook stops you from doing?

“Uh uh, I said was going to eat you out” You eye him as he reaches over the center console dipping his face into your cum filled cunt. Your knees collide with his head as you close your legs.

“Uhm, you just came inside of me three seconds ago?” You said rather embarrassed.

Jungkook rubs the side of his head and pushes your thigh as far as it goes out.

“Fuck off, I’m cleaning you up” You don’t even get the chance to oblige before he licks and hard long strip against your sensitive clit. You lean your head back had he cleans his cum up with his tongue.

You grab onto his hair as he licks bigger his nose rubbing against your spot and you start moaning. He moves from side to side as your orgasm crests and you feel the sensation of another mess coming through.

“Fuck fuck fuck, ima” Before you finish your slight warning to Jungkook your orgasm hits, and you squirt all over his face. Jungkook takes it in as you damn nearly rip his hair off his head. You gasp letting go and slumping against the door of the car as Jungkook finishes up. A few seconds later you kick him off and his top lip and his nose is dripping in your essence.

“We are so doing this again” Jungkook laughs licking his lips.

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harrywavycurly · 4 months ago

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Handle With Care: This Can’t Be Happening

Masterlist: here

CW: language, Harry is a bit of a dick

A/N: Harry is still a bit of an asshole but he is trying his best😂

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Summary: Avoiding you just got hell of a lot harder for Harry 📦✨

Harry is screwed. If he thought avoiding you while moving you into your new apartment was going to be hard then what he has to deal with now is damn near impossible, because as his luck would have it your new apartment is in the same complex as the one he just moved into not even two weeks ago. So his plan of never having to see you again after he places the last box on your new kitchen counter quickly goes down the drain because while the complex is big it’s not big enough for him to never have to risk bumping into on the elevator or the mail room that’s on the first floor.

Of course Niall is oblivious to Harry’s struggle as he stands in your new living room surrounded by boxes, having what Harry can only describe as the longest and most pointless conversation ever because all Harry wants to do is leave and go down two flights of stairs to his own apartment. As far as Harry is concerned they’ve done their job and he should be free to leave but he knows he can’t, Niall will have his ass on a silver platter if he so much as takes a step towards the front door.

“So you’ve got a couch and all that comin’ tomorrow?” Niall asks making you just nod as you stand in the kitchen that opens up to the living room.

“Yeah I have a couch and a coffee table I just need to uhm borrow my friend’s truck and go get it.” You answer as your eyes briefly dart to the box that has a fragile sticker that is upside down meaning the whole box is upside down. Harry instantly feels his hands get sweaty because he knows that’s the box he dropped, he can see you looking at it from where he’s leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom.

“You’re gonna load it and move it all by yourself?” Niall questions with a raised brow and you just shrug and of course just as you look over at Harry he decides to roll his eyes making you quickly look away. But he wasn’t rolling his eyes at you, he was rolling them at the way Niall is doing everything but ending this job like he’s supposed to be considering your three hours ended fifteen minutes ago.

“I was going to ask-”

“We’ll do it for you.” Harry feels his eyes nearly pop out of his skull as Niall so casually offers the two of them to move your new couch and other furniture for you. “Free of charge of course because I have a truck we can use and Harry doesn’t have shit else to do tomorrow right H?” Niall asks just to confirm as he turns to look at Harry who is doing everything in his power not to freak out on the blonde Irish dude he sometimes calls his bestfriend.

“Tomorrow? That’s my day off.” Harry states making sure his annoyance is evident in his tone, but of course Niall ignores it and just rolls his eyes.

“Exactly so you don’t have shit to do.” Harry feels his hands ball up into fists at his side as Niall turns to look back at you with a smile. “What time works best?” You open your mouth as if you’re going to say something but then close it as you look over at Harry who is glaring at the back of Niall’s head with his jaw clenched and his brows furrowed in what you can only assume is in anger.

“Thank you for the offer but it’s okay I’ll figure it out on my own.” Your voice is soft and the smile you give Niall is sweet and it makes the weird fluttery feeling start up in Harry’s chest.

“For fuck sake just tell us what time to be here.” The look of shock on your face is only there for a moment before you compose yourself and Harry honestly can’t tell who is more embarrassed in this very moment, you or him. He didn’t mean to sound so rude and annoyed because he’s not even annoyed with you, he’s annoyed at the man standing in front of you but naturally Harry can’t seem to get himself under control while you’re around so it came out harsher than he intended.

“Does eleven work for you love?” You just nod instead of saying anything and Harry knows it’s because you don’t want to say anything that might set him off and he wants to hit himself because he really doesn’t want you to be worried about upsetting him when all he’s done today is upset you. “Perfect we’ll see you then. Just text me if you need to change the time or the day okay?” Harry takes a few steps towards your front door as Niall walks over to you and gives your shoulder a friendly pat making you smile as you look up at him.

“Thanks.” Niall just returns your smile and gives you a little nod before he turns and heads for your door that Harry is standing in front of. “See you tomorrow.” With that Harry quickly opens the door and steps into the hallway, making his way towards the elevators while Niall quickly follows behind him.

“Harry I swear m’gonna proper kick your ass if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on with you.” Niall’s voice is harsh as he stands next to him while waiting for the elevator. “You’re never that big of an asshole to people you don’t even know and what’s with the faces?”

“What faces?”

“Your face it’s all-all scrunched up like you just got a whiff of something foul.” Harry lets out a sigh as he runs a hand over his face, if only Niall knew the truth. That Harry makes that face because he’s getting hit with a scent he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of, one he would happily be wrapped up tightly in for the rest of his life because it’s just so you, the smell of flowers and sunshine.

“There’s just something about her that’s throwing me off that’s all.” Harry tries to explain without sounding crazy, but Niall doesn’t buy it for a second because next thing Harry feels is a hand giving him a hard smack upside the head.

“Throwing you off? Just admit you fancy her and get on with it.” Before Harry can even deny the outrageous claim the elevator doors open and Niall walks in and pushes the parking lot button letting the doors close as Harry stands there with a look of annoyed shock on his face.

“Fuckin’ prick.” Harry mumbles to himself as he turns on his heels and heads for the door that leads to the stairs so he can meet Niall down by the truck.

“Oh shoot.” Harry freezes as your voice floats into his ears just as his hand grabs the doorknob to the entrance of the stairwell. You look like you ran to the elevators from your apartment because your cheeks are a little flushed and your hair is falling from the bun you put it up in halfway through the move. “I’ll just take-” your voice gets caught in your throat as you turn and see Harry standing at the door to the stairs.

“That’s mine.” He looks down at the hat in your hands with a quirked brow, not remembering when exactly he took it off.

“Yes I was uh bringing it down to you it-it was on my bed.”

“You could’ve just waited till tomorrow to give it to me.”

“Oh you’re coming tomorrow?”

“Well yeah? Niall can’t move a couch by himself now can he?” Harry doesn’t think he’s ever been so mad at himself than he is in this moment as you just nod and hold the hat out for him to take, your eyes looking down at the floor for a second before looking back up at him.

“Right. But I just figured you wouldn’t want to spend your day off helping me so I thought he’d find someone else instead.” You flinch at the way Harry practically snatches the hat from you before he places it on his head backwards just like he had it when you first saw him outside your door.

“Yeah well he doesn’t have anyone else to ask. So I’m stuck doing it.” He snaps and in this moment Harry truly thinks he’s possessed because next thing he knows he’s opening the door to the stairs and walking through it letting it slam closed just a few inches away from where you’re standing as he starts making his way down to the parking lot.

“Everything will be fine. I just need a shower and some sleep.” He tells himself as he does his best not to think about the look on your face as the door closed or the fact he already misses the way your apartment smells.

Everything is very far from fine for Harry the next day, having forgotten to set an alarm he finds himself cracking his eyes open at ten till eleven. So naturally he is scrambling to get out of bed and dressed with no time to even make himself some coffee before he is opening his front door and sliding his phone into the back pocket of his jeans so he can meet Niall in the parking lot. Normally Harry is very observant, he rarely ever finds himself running into things or people but in this moment as he’s stepping out of the elevator he is still half asleep and the lack of caffeine is kicking him right in the ass so it’s not shocking that he crashes into someone just as they are entering the complex from the parking lot.

“What the-” Harry thinks he must be dreaming or maybe he’s stuck in a nightmare because when he looks down to check what or who he just collided with he’s met with a bouquet of flowers on the ground and your big eyes staring at him.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t looking and-and I didn’t mean to run into you.” Now Harry isn’t a genius but he is smart enough to know that you aren’t the one who should be apologizing right now, he’s the one who barged out of the elevator without looking up to see if anyone was getting on.

But like the asshole you think he is, he just stands there not knowing what to say of how to process the fact he just rammed into you making you drop your flowers on the floor. He watches you bend down and try to pick up the bent stems and gather them into your hands, he sees the way your mouth droops into a sad frown when you pick up a few petals that fell off some of the flowers. Harry knows he should help you, tell you it wasn’t your fault and that he was in a rush and not paying attention but before he can even try to do that the door to the parking lot swings open and in walks none other than Niall who has an annoyed scowl on his face as soon as he sees Harry who is still just standing there.

“Harry what the hell? Been waitin’-what happened? You okay love?” You just stand up with the broken flowers in your hands and give Niall a small smile, one that Harry can tell isn’t genuine.

“I’m fine just clumsy that’s all.” Harry rolls his eyes at your cover story annoyed you didn’t just tell Niall the truth, that Harry ran into you and made you drop something because that’s all that he can seem to do when he’s around you, be an asshole who breaks your things.

“Harry are you just gonna stand there like a useless bag of dicks or you gonna move the fuck outta the way so she can get in the lift?” Niall’s harsh tone and rude words come as a shock to you but Harry is used to this kind of treatment when Niall has really reached the end of his patients with him. Harry just moves to the side allowing you to get into the elevator, you shoot him a soft smile that he has to ignore or he’ll get distracted by the way it makes his insides feel all warm and fuzzy so he just looks at Niall and takes a step towards the door that leads to the parking lot.

“I need coffee.” Niall rolls his eyes at Harry’s statement as he turns and follows Harry out into the parking lot while you press the button for your floor. The doors close but not before Harry quickly looks over his shoulder and catches your eyes and he tries, he really does try to give you a smile but Niall’s hand on his shoulder giving him a shove makes it turn into a bit of a scowl making you look away just as you disappear behind the metal doors.

“How the hell are we going to get her shit if she’s not with us?” Harry asks as he gets into the passenger seat of Niall’s small pickup truck.

“She texted me the address of the place and what all we are picking up for her. Didn’t see the point in makin her come with since it’s just a couch and a coffee table.” Niall’s answer makes sense, but it doesn’t sit well with Harry and he knows it’s because he doesn’t like the fact you and Niall have been texting like you’re good friends with each other while he can’t even seem to simply smile at you like a normal person.

“Well I need coffee before I can even think about moving a couch or a-”

“Yeah yeah you’ll get your damn coffee quit your whining.”

Harry just lets out a huff as he crosses his arms over his chest while Niall heads off in the direction of wherever it is you’re getting your living room furniture from. He takes this time to try to figure out why exactly you make him turn into the worst version of himself, he’s never acted like this around someone before and it really is starting to bother him. Harry hates the idea of you sitting at home thinking of all the ways he’s been rude to you, when in reality all he’s wanted to do is be nice and maybe find reasons to be around you all the time so he can get his fill of what’s becoming his favorite smell.

You try to busy yourself as you wait for Niall and Harry to show up with your couch and coffee table, deciding that you should take this opportunity to start unpacking your kitchen. Starting with the boxes on the counter you begin to put away your various glasses and cups, moving them around a few times until you finally find the perfect cabinet for them. When you get to the box that has the upside down fragile label you let out a sigh as you open it up just to find your plates and a few bowls broken, even though you took extra care and wrapped them in bubble wrap it wasn’t enough to help them when the box got dropped and somehow placed upside down.

“It was an accident.” You mumble to yourself so you don’t go feeling upset at Harry, even though you’re sure he wouldn’t really care if you were upset with him or not seeing as he doesn’t seem to like you very much. You pick up one of the broken plates and put it on the counter so you can see if anything managed to survive in one piece when you hear voices coming from behind your front door.

“Are you even lifting?”

“What? Yes I’m lifting you wank now just be a doll and get the door will ya?” You laugh as Niall’s loud voice makes its way through the door, you quickly walk over and unlock the front door allowing you to open it just as Harry was reaching for it.

“Shit.” Is all you hear before Harry practically falls into your apartment making Niall drop his side of the couch when he sees Harry go down and land flat on his bottom while the couch slips out of his hold.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t-”

“Oh don’t worry about him he’s fine.” Harry shoots Niall a glare as he stands up so he can bend down and grab his side of the couch. “Doin a bit of unpacking huh? That’s always the worst part of moving.” Niall says with a smile as he lifts his side of the couch while Harry begins to walk backwards through your door, you just smile and nod as you move out of their way so they can place the couch in the living room.

“Yeah I thought it would be smart to start with-”

“What’s all this?” Harry feels his cheeks get hot as Niall walks over to your counter and points at the broken plate as he takes a look inside the box that’s full of broken dish ware.

“Uh I accidentally dropped it.” Harry hates how effortlessly you keep covering for him, how you don’t even bat an eyelash or miss a beat as you take responsibility for whatever messed up thing Harry’s done. “But it’s fine it’s just a few plates.” You explain as Niall turns to look at you with a hand on his hip.

“She didn’t-”

“Would either of you like a donut?” You ask just as Harry was about to tell Niall the truth about the box, you look from Niall over to Harry who just quirks an eyebrow at you. “I uhm got them this morning while I was out getting a few things.” Niall takes a moment to look at the way you and Harry are staring at each other before he shakes his head.

“That’s real nice of you love but I’m good.” He says politely declining your offer, you look away from Harry and smile as you head back into your kitchen.

“Uh Harry? Would you-you like one?” You hate how nervous you sound as you hold the box out, you know he’s just going to say no or possibly not say anything at all and just head out your front door to go grab your coffee table. So when he just stares at you and gives you the smallest nod before he takes a few steps towards you all you can do is stare at him in shock.

“Thanks.” He mumbles making you smile and feel your cheeks go a bit pink as he reaches a hand out and grabs one from the box. You feel silly for letting one simple word make you feel all smiley and giddy but you can’t help it since it’s the nicest thing he’s said to you since meeting him yesterday morning.

“Right well we have one last thing to grab and then we will be outta your hair.” Niall’s voice snaps Harry out of his trance as he swallows thickly and turns to head towards your front door, donut in hand. You just nod and close the box and turn to place it back on the counter so you can get back to unpacking.

“Oh you’ve got it so fucking bad mate.” Niall teases once the two of them are down the hallway near the elevators.

“I do not.” Harry snaps before he takes a bite out of his donut and if he was alone he would’ve let out a sigh at how good it tastes.

“Harry I watched your eyes practically turn into hearts when she asked if you wanted a donut so don’t try to lie to me.” Niall watches with amusement as Harry just rolls his eyes as he finishes off his donut, in record time because he doesn’t think he’s ever tasted anything so good before.

“You’re so dramatic you didn’t see shit.” Is all Harry can say as the two men enter the elevator, and Harry has to remind himself that Niall doesn’t know he’s the reason your plates and flowers are ruined. Because if he did then Niall wouldn’t be convinced he has feelings for you, he would be kicking his ass for being such an asshole towards you.

“Whatever you say lover boy.” Niall wiggles his eyebrows when Harry looks over to send him a glare and it’s in this moment that Harry begins to wonder if maybe, just maybe Niall could be right. What if he does have some kind of infatuation with you and that’s why he’s acting the way that he is, but then Harry begins to think of all the things he’s said and done to you that would make you want nothing to do with him and he feels as if his heart is dropping to his stomach as he lets out a sigh.

“She’s way too nice for me.” Harry mumbles mostly to himself just as the doors open and Niall leads the way to the parking lot having no clue the internal struggle his bestfriend is having over the thought of the girl who lives two floors above him not liking him because of all the horrible things he’s done in the short time he’s known her.

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sanspuppet · 1 year ago

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𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 (hyung line)

W/T: explicit content (18+)

- short scenario for each member

- not proofread so sorry any mistakes

A/O: here's some hard thoughts of my fav men, maknae line will be uploaded soon! sorry if the hwa one isn't as long as the others, dragged away a little too much by the yeosang one 🤭

read here the maknae line

✩ 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

He's never tried to make you uncomfortable by mentioning sexual stuff, he wanted you to do the first move so he'd be sure you want it. Can't deny that it was pretty difficult to hold your horses when your boyfriend is a fucking hot guy, his smirk always has a specific effect on you, you also touched yourself a couple times thinking of him, when he was at work. You were quite shy to propose it, but this morning, seeing his boner standing under the blanket got you over the edge, you surely want him and you gotta take what you crave for. You sit on his lap with him still asleep, how can he be so damn gorgeous without even trying? he's fucking sleeping and he still seems a work of art. You start to dry hump yourself against his crotch, your lower lip between your teeth trying to hold back your whimpers. He slightly opens his eyes at the sudden friction, he stretched his arms yawning lazily: "Y/n..." once he realizes what you were actually doing his eyes open wide, his heartbeat accelerating at the sight of you grinding over his hips. "Joong... wanna take you right now, pretty please" you lean over him to leave a small kiss on his lips, your hands caressing his neck. You smile when he giggles, his hands dragging down your body, while kissing you back. "Happy to have you getting rid of my erection, love"

✩ 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

Your relationship with Seonghwa was intimate, private times with him never missed, and he also had seen you barely naked a few times, but still you had nothing more than cuddles sessions. You arrive at home at late night, after a date with your boyfriend. You're about to head towards the bathroom to took your makeup off and brush your teeth, when he comes from behind holding your hips still. He approaches your ear, his sweet low voice whispering: "We're not done yet, sweetie" you turn yourself and face him with a smirk: "Oh, what did we miss?" he gets closer to you, noses a couple of inches far. "gotta ruin your lipstick first" you take his hand and drag it down your body, going slower when on your chest and stopping when they are between you thighs, his hand is shaking, you can feel his heartbeat accelerating while squeezing his wrist: "What about ruining something else?" he murmurs a small "fuck" before kissing you on your collarbone, biting your skin slightly. "Can’t wait to be inside you, baby"

✩ 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

He could seem a tall cute baby boy, but in reality he perfectly knows he's a fucking horny man. who goes crazy everytime you wear short skirts and accidentally reveal him the under cheeks of your ass, he immediately develops the need of pin you at the wall and finally feel how good your pussy can take him, despite you looked too innocent to be able to do it. (You looked). You walk towards the living room, wearing only your underwear and one of his sweaters. you lay on the couch on your stomach and start watching tv, after some minutes, you hear your boyfriend walking in and suddenly stop. You shake your head, chuckling: "Stop staring at my ass, man" You hear him gasping from behind, he clears his throat coughing: "uhm... i wasn't..." you turn yourself, laying on your back, staring at him while a smirk took its was into your face: "why don't you just take your girlfriend and mark her?" he doesn't say anything, his body's blocked. "i noticed how you keep staring at me with those pretty eyes" you keep saying. he quickly reaches you, his body on top of yours, his hands wrapping around your waist: "i want you so fucking bad baby" you shake your index finger to him: "you should ask for it first" you tease him. "please let me fuck your pretty ass"

✩ 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

Yeosang has never showed you that side of him, which it quite surprised you, being a grown man just like others. You even thought that he wasn't physically attracted by you, what a silly, he is just a shy guy and he isn't certainly as innocent as you thought. You're walking through the hallway of your apartment, but suddenly stop when you hear weird noises coming through the bathroom. You bring your ear closer to the door, what you can hear now is something that seem apparently a squelching sound. Your breath stops as you figure out what is happening in there, you're about to ask at Yeosang if he's okay, but you can clearly hear is voice now booming inside the room: "Fuck- o-oh God, mmpphh fuck! wanna feel that tight pussy..." you wide your eyes, your mouth hangs open from hearing how hot his moans sound. "Ah... y/n.. f-fuck oh fuck! So close! Working this dick so well... shit!" you can tell that he's speeding up his pace by hearing clearly every single nasty sound he makes while stroking his cock. You can't contain yourself anymore: you shut the door open, finding your boyfriend sitting on the toilet while jerking off. He gasps, his heavy breath making his chest widen intensely, he looks at you with a mist of shame, fear and neediness to finish what he started. "What the fuck Yeo? I'm right here, why didn't you fuck me instead??" without even waiting for him to say anything you undress yourself and sit on his lap, taking his length at once inside you. He moans loudly your name, barely looking at you because already too fucked out. "Gonna let you know how good my pussy feel"

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mlqueen89 · 6 months ago

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Hi! Can I request Thanksgiving with Marc Spector? Pls make it smutty

UHM. YES, ANON. YES. Sorry it took me so long, but here you gooooo! ♡

pairing: marc spector x f!reader (moon knight)

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

warnings/triggers: smut, fingers in “pie”, oral (m & f receiving), (unprotected) p in v sex, slight dom behaviour, dirty talk, cream pie.

word count: 5,231

summary: november prompt request. marc has a kink for finger sucking which might definitely make you late for thanksgiving dinner with your family.

A/N: wanted to get this one out before American Thanksgiving. here you go guuuuys, enjoy smutty marc—thanks anon for requesting this one! p.s.: pleeeeeease read this at the dinner table or in front of your family and think about smutty marc. lemme know how that goes. also sorry, cause i don’t think i could write anything short to save my own damn life.

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“Pumpkin or apple?” You peered at the beautiful pies lined up behind the glass at the bakery, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you balanced your phone between your cheek and shoulder.

“What?” Marc’s response crackled through the phone, and you could hear the faint sounds of a crowded grocery store in the background. Marc had offered to brave the Thanksgiving rush crowd that morning, leaving you at your shared apartment, apron tied around your waist, staring at a variety of ingredients and a mommy blogger’s recipe.

It had taken you three reads of the entire recipe, flour already spilled on the front of your old band tee, before you decided that there was a perfectly good bakery a fifteen-minute walk from here. Better to play it safe.

“Pumpkin or apple.”

“You said you’d bake it, didn’t you?” His voice took on a cautious edge, the kind he reserved for tense negotiations and life-or-death situations.

You laughed, dry, incredulous, catching the curious glance of the teenager behind the counter. “Marc, baby,” you drawled, straightening and pacing toward the large plate glass window, “do you remember what happened the last time I tried to bake a pie?”

“Are you talking about the fire or Steven being sick for a week?”

“Exactly,” you replied, ignoring that the question was an either or situation. His response was enough to prove your point.

“So…”

“So, I’m going to play it safe this time...” You studied your freshly manicured nails, the deep merlot polish shining in the mid-November sun streaming in through the bakery’s front window. “I’ll just take it out of the box, put it in a pie plate and—”

“Bob’s your uncle,” Marc finished and you could almost hear the smile in his tone. It still made your stomach do that stupid little flip it did, the same one you’d felt on your first date with him.

“Glad we’re on the same page,” you replied, the same smile in your voice as you nodded at the teenager to box up the pumpkin pie.

“Look, I’m cutting it close,” Marc said, his voice taking on that familiar clipped efficiency that you found strangely sexy. “I still have to grab the bread rolls and that canned cranberry sauce your uncle likes.”

You suppressed a gag. “How is it possible that someone willingly eats canned cranberry sauce?”

“Maybe it’s, I dunno—nostalgic?” He offered lightly.

“Or a very loud cry for help,” you muttered, tucking the boxed pie under your arm as you made your way to the register. “Anyway, just don’t be late. You know how my mom gets.”

“Oh, I remember,” Marc replied dryly, and you could practically hear him bracing for what was to come later that evening, sitting in a tiny split-level your parents refused to sell, all 19 of your family members crammed inside.

“Just—this is the first time you’re meeting my family, and it’s Thanksgiving—” you began, trying your best to underpin your nervous energy. You were sure Marc had clocked it from the moment you woke up last week with the odd stomachache and nauseated feeling that came only with the burgeoning terror of yet another family gathering.

“Hard to forget,” Marc sighed. You could hear the shuffle of activity on his end of the line, probably weaving between aisles and other patrons with the precise, purposeful strides that were very typical of Marc. “You’ve only reminded me six times this week.”

“I know it’s a bit—” you waved your hand even though you knew Marc couldn’t see it, trying to conjure the words clouding your mind, “much. It’s just because this year can’t be like last year.”

Even though you had been with Marc officially since before last Thanksgiving, this was the first time your family was meeting him.

Last year’s planned gathering had been efficiently derailed by what your family simply referred to as “The Great Turkey Incident,” which in reality was not simply just a series of near—catastrophes involving a broken oven, a kitchen fire, food poisoning and your sister swearing off hosting any family gathering for all of eternity. Your mother still choked up when you mentioned it, your father subsequently had to be medicated for high blood pressure. You assumed the latter had nothing to do with “TGTI,” but your dad swore up and down it did, in his thickest Bostonian accent, which only surfaced in moments of high stress or anger.

This year, your mother announced in August, would be better. Less chaotic. Normal or at least in the neighbourhood of normal. It remained to be seen, however, if that was at all possible. Property value in the Normal Neighbourhood had skyrocketed in the last year or so.

On one hand, Marc’s specialties were vast, especially when it came to making and keeping you extremely north of happy. Being normal, through no fault of his own, just wasn’t exactly one of those specialties.

As you stepped out of the bakery, into the November chill, you stopped, gathering yourself. “You’ve got this,” you amended softly, a bit for yourself and some for Marc too.

“What? Charming your entire family or surviving the day without anyone finding out about my… extracurricular activities?”

“Both,” you teased, your smile pulling up the corners of your lips until your cheeks hurt. How you’d gone so many years of your life without loving this man was beyond you.

“Great.” Marc’s response was quick, the hint of dry humour rolling through the phone, “piece of cake.”

“Pie. Piece of pie,” you shot back, “pumpkin, specifically.”

You smiled despite yourself, pulling your coat tighter as a chilly November breeze swept down the street. “It’s just… important to me, Marc. They’ve been waiting to meet you for ages, and after everything that happened last year…”

“I get it,” he said, his voice softer now. “But you don’t have to worry. I’ve got this.”

You stopped on the corner, letting his reassurance settle over you. Despite his gruff exterior and his tendency to run headfirst into danger, Marc Spector had a way of grounding you when you needed it most.

“See you soon, babe,” Marc sighed, and though his words were casual, there was something calming in the way he spoke, the cadence of his voice a soothing sound.

“Oh! Don’t forget the flowers!” You reminded him, just before he could hang up, as you dashed across the street toward your car, a death grip on the pie box.

There was a long pause on the other end, so long that you pulled the phone away from your face to see if he’d accidentally hung up. “Flowers?”

“Just—trust me. It’ll win my mom over.”

“I’ll do my best,” he said, a note of reluctant determination in his voice.

“Thanks, baby,” you smiled, making a kissing sound before you hung up the phone and carefully deposited the pie into the passenger seat and belted it in like precious cargo.

Tucking your phone away into a pocket, you shifted into the driver’s seat, hands on the wheel for a moment as you looked at the bustling street and sidewalk outside. This Thanksgiving was bound to be memorable—whether for all the right reasons or for another chapter of family chaos, you weren’t entirely sure. But if anyone could handle it, it was Marc Spector.

You hustled up the stairs to your second floor apartment, precious pie cargo gripped tightly in your hands as you pressed against the stubborn front door.

Marc had texted you about five minutes ago complaining about being at the back of some absurdly long lineup at the cashes, so you figured you had about 30 minutes to shower, get dressed and pull off the great pie lie.

Depositing the pie on the kitchen island, you hurried to the bathroom, stripping layers of clothing in a trail on your way. The hot spray of the water a welcome calm before the storm that would Thanksgiving with your family. Even when there weren’t disasters to speak of, there were differing opinions on everything ranging from politics to sports, celebrity dating drama to conspiracy theories. It was enough to drive even the most sane person, absolutely, stark—raving mad. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t just north of wary introducing Marc into this mix that was already a powder keg.

Maybe this year, you’d pitch that next year, your family could celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving instead: early October, no arguments over politics, singing Kumbaya and sharing maple flavoured desserts while saying “sorry” a lot. That was how Canadians did it, right?

You were in the middle of thinking maple dappled, northern thoughts under the warm cascade of water when you heard the telling sound of the sticky front door of your apartment opening, followed by the sound of Marc’s voice, calling your name.

“Shower!” You called, though you were sure that Marc would be able to follow the trail of clothing even if you hadn’t answered

By the time you’d wrapped up the shower and stepped out from the steamed room, you found Marc in the kitchen, his eyes peering into the pie box curiously, the lid lifted carefully. “I think you’re going to owe me for enabling this lie,” his eyes were still on the pie box as you padded into the kitchen in your towel. Replacing the lid daintily, he handled the dessert like it was ticking, wired with red and blue leads and affixed with a countdown clock before his eyes flicked up to you. You didn’t miss the way he assessed your clothing situation, or lack thereof.

It was one of the many things you loved about this man, he made no show of hiding that he was always one opportune moment away from fucking you.

“First of all,” you started, folding your arms across your chest, “it’s not a complete lie: it was baked by someone, just not me. So, more like pie-adjacent authenticity. If my mom buys it, then I think I owe you—a thank you.”

Marc raised an eyebrow, “a thank you, huh? That’s all I get for being complicit in a fib to save you from culinary embarrassment?”

“Depends,” you smirked, stepping closer to peak into the top of one of the paper bags on the counter, “did you pick up the flowers?”

Marc smirked, tipping his head to a small bouquet of seasonal blooms sitting on the counter. “I think you’re just trying to distract me from the conversation—we were talking about how much you owe me.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t keep a straight face as Marc stepped in closer, narrowing the space between you. “Fine. Thank you, Marc. You’re my Thanksgiving hero.” You feigned a swoon.

“Damn right, I am,” his voice dropped an octave, his hand finding your toweled waist, pulling you across what little distance remained between you. He dipped his head to your neck and you moved to allow him access, your body responding as if moving with him as he explored your body came as naturally as breathing, as easy as the path of orbit, the innate pull of gravity.

You eased into the touch of his lips, losing yourself in the feeling of him against your skin, suddenly hyperaware of the fact that you could feel the heat coiling low, between your legs, the wetness that had nothing to do with your shower growing.

“Marc…” you huffed as his hand left your waist and tangled in your damp hair at the nape of your neck, his other hand finding the top of the towel tucked against your body. “Careful…” you teased, but you were breathless as the words came out, no real urgency or command in them, “we still have to leave on time and you’re not exactly dressed for a first-time dinner with my family.”

“Plenty of time,” he murmured against your skin, his fingers hooked at the top of your towel, a single, gentle tug the only thing between you and the hungry man who stood before you, waiting to devour you completely.

If you didn’t have anywhere to be, you’d have shed the towel, found his belt and been on your knees in front of him, your mouth aching to be around his thick cock. But you did have somewhere to be and around the haze of the way Marc set your skin on fire under his touch, just on the edge of a losing battle between desire and responsibility, you knew you couldn’t. You’d attend dinner, stay an appropriate amount of time and then make sure to congratulate him for surviving your family on the drive home down a darkened stretch of backroad.

“You’re making this really hard for me….” you breathed out in a cross between a huff and a groan, pressing your hands flat against his chest and pushing without much effort, almost as if you wanted to say you’d put up a fight and had lost. There was always Christmas dinner, that was right around the corner, right?

“I was about to say the same thing.” His voice was a little more than a growl, a rumble in his chest you could feel beneath your palms, still flattened on his chest.

“Marc, baby,” you whispered, a small yelp interrupting your next words as he nipped at your jaw just below your ear, he was good. Too good. Marc had a way of making you forget where you were, of making everything around you melt away until it was just you and him, him and you, locked in perpetuity, together. “This isn’t going to get you out of wearing a tie….”

Marc groaned, his head falling to your bare shoulder and you turned to press your nose to his scalp, his soft, dark curls smelling of sandalwood and something distinctly him. “It was worth a shot….” he muttered after a moment before he kissed your collarbone and swiftly turned you around, giving you a slight, gently nudge toward the back bedroom. “Now go get dressed before I change my mind about taking that towel off.”

You sighed, pressing your knees together for a moment before you looked back at him over your shoulder, his hand pressed against the countertop for support, the bulge in his jeans clearly visible from where you stood. “Marc?”

His response was little more than a strained hum of acknowledgement, his eyes drawing up to you.

“Wear the tie Steven likes,” you smiled, partly knowing the playful tease would wedge somewhere under his skin, a small little dig, “it brings out your broody eyes. It’ll give you more of the boy-next-door look and less of the guy your mom warns you about.”

You carefully opened the lid of the pink pie box, using a knife to tactfully slice the tape holding it closed.

When you made it to the back bedroom, still in your towel, you thought briefly about touching yourself, loudly enough to entice Marc to finish what he started. It took you half a minute to decide against it, instead picking out Marc’s favourite pleated skirt, the one that was just barely appropriate for a family dinner. The one he’d fucked you in over the back of your couch after he brought you home from your third date together at that cute mini putt place downtown.

If you couldn’t fuck him now you’d make him sweat through the dinner, make him think about all the ways he wanted to fuck you when you got home.

You were only slightly disappointed that Marc was in the shower when you headed back into the kitchen. Quickly though, the disappointment faded to dread when you realized that you still had to plate the Lie Pie, the Pumpkin Pretense.

You were trying to lift the pie out of the box, when you felt hands on your waist, “you’re not playing fair,” Marc’s voice was next to your ear, his breath warm against your neck sending a shiver down your spine, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Jesus, Marc!” You jumped, your hand slipping off one side of the pie, your index finger and thumb dipping into the custard pumpkin filling and pieces of the perfect crust crumbling into the top of the pie. You froze and you could feel Marc stiffen at your back.

Marc broke the silence first. “It looks more… uh—realistically baked by you?” He rubbed the back of his neck and you huffed, carefully setting the pie back down in the box. You felt Marc leave your back and watched from the corner of your eye as he shuffled over to the cutlery drawer. “It’s okay—it’s fine. We’ll just, smooth it down and crumble some of the other edges and—”

You noticed that Marc was shirtless, his dark hair damp from the shower, a white towel tied around his waist. Suddenly, you felt like the skirt wasn’t diabolical enough. Your man naturally exuded “fuck me” vibes. You’d absolutely dine on this image of him through dinner. In fact, at this rate, your eyes raking over the hard lines of muscle banding his shoulders and arms, the deep cut of his abs trailing below the line of the towel, you’d be the one opting to skip Thanksgiving dinner and beg him to undo you.

When he moved back behind you, a butter knife in hand to remedy the situation, you could feel the outline of his cock, fitting just between your ass cheeks through the thin materials of the skirt and the towel. You swallowed thickly.

The thought made you smirk, Marc always wanted you and that thought alone drove you crazy with want. Still, you tried to remember that this was supposed to be the year that your family met him, this was supposed to be the big leap in your relationship with him.

“Okay, so just—,” you pointed to the spot on the pie where you could see the divots from your fingers. Marc moved the knife over to the spot you’d pointed to, carefully trying to figure out how he could make it look like a more natural flaw. “Yeah, I mean, I’d just kind of—”

Without thinking, you stuck your thumb in your mouth, carefully sucking off the custard as you pointed to the offending dents in the pie with your other hand. You noticed when the knife in Marc’s grip faltered and his knuckles whitened against the handle. You were sticking your index finger between your lips when you turned to look at him and froze, his face so close to yours, but his eyes were on your mouth and the finger currently trapped between your lips. You could hear his breathing hitch for a fraction of a second, his eyes darkening as his own tongue moved to whet his lips. Behind you, you could feel the length of him twitch against your body and it was enough to make the coiling heat pulse low, between your legs.

In a fraction of a second, he’d abandoned the knife on the counter with a clatter, grasping your wrist as he pulled your finger from your mouth and stuck it in his up to your second knuckle. Slowly, he pulled it from his mouth, careful to relish the taste of the sweet dessert on you.

“You had to go and do that, didn’t you?” He huffed lowly as your finger left his mouth, clean, the sound almost a rumble in his chest and you leaned your head back against him. You definitely weren’t going to make it in time for dinner, but you’d known that when you slipped into the skirt. You were playing a dangerous game around Marc and he’d broken first.

“Marc…” you tried to sound exasperated, but his name came out as a whine as his rough hand slid up your thigh and dipped under the hem of your skirt. You could feel his hard cock against your ass through his towel as he pressed himself against you tightly. Instinctively, you pushed back and ground yourself against him and he groaned in response, his arm banding around your waist and anchoring you to him.

Reaching behind yourself, you wriggled to reach his length, but he moved just out of your reach, your fingers just brushing the rigid outline of him beneath the towel.

“Careful, gorgeous,” he murmured in your ear, a low warning, “not too fast. I’ve been wanting you all fucking day—”

Your head swam, the thought of him inside of you, pumping, pulsing, stretching you, bottoming out on repeat blurred all else. His fingers reached for the line of your panties under your skirt, and paused when they found none. You could feel his smirk against your neck as he alternated between kissing and nipping.

“Looking for something?” You hummed, teasing. Pleated skirt and no panties—you’d been asking for it, waiting for him to discover it. Though, to be fair, you hadn’t expected he’d find out this soon, not while you were still at home, at least. In testing his resolve, you’d set a trap for yourself, overestimating your ability to keep yourself from him.

Marc didn’t pause for long, his fingers following the lines of your already slick pussy until he found your swollen clit and began to massage in long, generous strokes. You sighed, humming as you melted into his touch.

“Can’t decide if you’re a bad girl or a good one….” Marc’s voice was low, his hips rutting against you as if he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t keep from the pleasure he felt as his shaft rubbed against the towel that rubbed against you. You responded under his touch in kind before the sound of a grunt that escaped him had you turning in his arms to face him.

“I can decide for you,” you murmured, low, your tone just on the edge of sing-song, husky with want. You just wanted him inside of you, any way you could get him. You began to sink to your knees in front him, your fingers hooked on the top of his towel. It came away easily, the cotton pooling at his feet, his cock springing out, erect.

Coyly, from your knees, you looked up at him through your lashes as he looked down on you, his pupils blown wide. You kept direct eye contact as you ran your tongue, wide and flat on the underside of him, tracing the path of the pronounced vein from base to ridged tip, slowly.

The deep moan that you pulled from his lips was enough to undo you, your hand wrapping around the base of his shaft as you slowly guided the length of him inside your mouth.

“Fuck, baby. I—I just—if you,” his words were choppy, interspersed with muttered curses, grunts and groans as your tongue made careful paintings on the underside of his pulsing cock, the taste of precum filling your mouth with each pass. “I’m going to—fuck, baby—”

Marc pulled you up from your knees before he dropped to his, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder before he set in on your wet center.

Holding yourself against the counter behind you, you arched your back, biting your lip against the moan that sounded more like a plea for more. As you reached for an edge of counter to grip, the tips of your fingers nudged the abandoned pie box. “Marc—fuck, fuck, fuck—” You pressed yourself up on the tips of the toes on the one leg that was still planted on the ground, your toes on the leg over Marc’s shoulder curling until your foot threatened to cramp.

“You said boy-next-door,” Marc huffed out a small laugh, the edges of his voice tinged with need as he lightly kissed your throbbing clit. He knew exactly how to drive you to the edge of madness and hold you there until you begged him to throw you over. “Is that what you want me to be right now?”

“F—oh god, fuck the boy next door,” your words were without heat, your tongue heavy, your mind a swirl of fog; you were malleable in his hands, you’d do anything he asked if he just said the words.

“Oh, is that what you want? I can get Steven out here if you—” Marc teased, stopping the perfect alternation of tongue and nose, thumb and light, maddening suction with his lips against your pulsating center. Before he could finish, you ground your hips into his face, cutting off his next words as you pressed your pussy against his mouth, encouraging him to continue with a moan as he licked a stripe between your folds carefully. Marc was nothing if not tactical, precise.

“Marc,” his name came out strained as you braced yourself against the counter at your back, your leg hooked over his shoulder as his fingers dug into your ass, pinning you in place, “please…”

You could feel yourself ascending, reaching the peak, your hips gyrating against each stroke of his tongue as he ate you out.

“Say my name, baby...” he murmured, his finger slipping into your wet cunt, his chin and mouth slick with you as he looked up at you from under dark lashes, his deep brown eyes blown wide. His gaze held yours, your chest heaving with each deep stroke of his thick finger, before he added another and you gasped, stretching around them. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips before he dipped to pepper light, noisy kisses on your clit.

“Marc—” you barely formed his name, your hand leaving the counter to grab a handful of his beautiful hair. “Please, I need you, now, right now—holy fuck—.”

Marc hardly ever lost control, hardly ever cracked, but when he had you, naked and begging for him… you felt powerful, like you held kryptonite, the kind that would bring Marc to his knees, quite literally.

Marc stood, holding you steady as your leg slipped off his shoulder and you lost your balance. Grabbing a nearby stool, he lifted you swiftly onto the edge of it, wedging himself between your open legs, the tip of his weeping cock nudging your slick opening. He held himself there for a moment, his hands on your hips, steadying you, his eyes holding yours as you wriggled, chest heaving, on the verge of begging for him to fill you.

“Say it again,” Marc’s eyes, dark with lust, held yours and you complied.

“Fuck. Me.” You breathed the words, low and clear, his thumb rubbing through your folds rhythmically, “please.”

Marc didn’t need to be told twice, his hips thrusting up into you, his length filling you as you gasped. Each thrust pulled him out nearly all the way, the long strokes, paired with the pressure of his pubic bone send you cascading over the edge. Marc wasn’t far behind, his pulsing cock emptying inside of you as you squeezed around him and you both breathed out the sounds of release.

“Well—” you sighed, content as you carefully balanced on the edge of the stool, your breathing evening out as Marc stood before you naked, still erect. “I think we’re definitely going to be late now.”

“Fashionably late?” Marc shrugged, bending to gather the forgotten towel off the floor. As he straightened, he stepped up to the counter, reaching across to grab the bouquet of flowers. “At least we have these and the—” Marc’s hand swept across the counter, misjudging the distance between him and the pie box.

The low thud of the pink box, pie still inside, hitting the tiled floor in the kitchen quickly wiped away the post-sex haze and you looked up at Marc, his eyes shifting to the floor and back to you, apologetically.

You shifted your weight as you and Marc stood on your parents’ porch, catching your breath after rushing from the car. Marc adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, still looking annoyingly put together despite the… delay. A delay that lead you to be a whole two hours late, between that and the pie clean up.

Meanwhile, you were still hoping no one would notice the hastily fixed flyaways in your hair or the slight flush on both your faces. You had left the skirt at home, put on some panties and changed into a more family appropriate green dress.

“You ready?” you asked, glancing at him, the glow of the yellowed porch light catching the angles on his face. “Remember, if my cousin Alex asks you about anything to do with his Art History classes, it’s okay to let Steven take the wheel for a bit…”

Marc smirked, his eyes raking over you appreciatively in a way that always made you feel loved. “More than ready. But next time, sweetheart, maybe we shouldn’t start something when there’s a ticking clock involved.”

You gave him a pointed look, though your lips twitched with amusement. “You’re the one who couldn’t keep his hands to himself.”

“You were wearing that skirt. I think you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into,” he teased, leaning in for a quick peck, “it’s not like you tried to stop me.”

Before you could retort, the door swung open.

“Finally!” your mom exclaimed, throwing her arms wide. “I thought I was going to have to start without you.” Her eyes lit up as she took Marc in. “And this must be Marc.”

Marc straightened, offering his hand with a charming smile. Oh good, he was trying the Steven approach first before laying into the smolder. “It’s great to finally meet you, Mrs—”

“Oh, none of that Mrs. nonsense,” your mom blustered, swatting his hand away to pull him into a hug instead. Marc stiffened for a beat before relaxing into it, casting you a slightly wide-eyed look over her shoulder.

Your mom pulled back, beaming. “I’ve heard so much about you. Now, come in, come in! Dinner’s almost ready, and everyone’s starving. Where’s that pie you were bringing?”

You froze for half a second before slipping seamlessly into a casual smile. “The pie?”

“Yes, the pie,” your mom said, hands on her hips. “Pumpkin, wasn’t it? You said you’d bring it. You texted me about it this afternoon—”

Marc opened his mouth to speak, but you jumped in, shooting him a sly grin. “Oh, uh—there was a pie shaped accident… a tragic end, really. I was really proud of the way it turned out too.”

“Tragic end?” your mom repeated, eyebrows arching.

Marc cleared his throat, stepping in smoothly to fill the gap. “Completely my fault, actually. I wasn’t paying attention, and it ended up on the floor. I promise to make it up to you—I’ve got a knack for desserts. Next time, I’ll bake something myself.”

Your mom looked between the two of you, her lips twitching as though she didn’t quite buy the story but wasn’t going to press. “Well, accidents happen,” she said, waving it off. “But next time, you’re on pie duty, Marc.”

Marc smiled, his charm dialed up to full. “It’s a deal.”

As your mom led the way to the dining room, you leaned into Marc, whispering, “Nice save.”

“You owe me,” Marc smirked down at you, his hand brushing the small of your back.

“Pretty sure you’re the one who owes me, pie destroyer.”

His low chuckle followed you both into the warm chaos of Thanksgiving dinner.

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ihueka · 4 months ago

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BUZZ DRINK

— huening kai x reader

— frat boy kai, whos sweet, there was no way he would do something like this to you.

WARNING! non con, reader gets drugged, kai puts something in ur drink but he drinks out of it too 😭🙏🏻... very slow sex if you're not comfortable with any of this BLOCK or IGNORE!

kai, the same boy who has golden retriever energy, always smiling and showing his perfect teeth and blonde hair bouncing up and down as he tries to catch up to you after class ends.

the same sweet boy who holds your bag and walks you back to your dorms, you had a slight crush on him and your friends were feeding your delusions telling you he definitely was into you when he invited you to one of his frat parties.

sweet boy kai who waits for you in the cold of october outside your dorm and as soon as you walk out with your slight revealing outfit, he smiles innocently.

"hey.." he says "hi.." almost like if it was his first date he scratches the back of his neck shyly and says "uhm, you look pretty." you take a look at your outfit and reply with a thank you and continue walking over to the party.

"do you want to pregame?" he asks as he shows you the two fruity alcohol drinks, one green grape flavor and the other peach. "yeah, ill take whichever." kai humms, turns around to what you think is to open the bottle when he actually put a pill inside and quickly hands it over to you. "here" he smiles sheepishly.

"thanks" you smile and take a sip, he watches you carefully as you take a good and long sip. "ah its so good!" he laughs at your reaction. "peach is better, try" he hands you his bottle and takes yours.

you look at him for a second before taking a sip of his, "youre right, this ones better" you say and continue walking to the frat house.

you two continue your walk, laughing along the way and light flirting here and there. and soon enough the party came into view, the music could be heard and people were walking into the party still.

kai took a swing of his drink and it wasn't till he was almost already done that he took a look at his drink and realise he was drinking your drink. his heart dropped and looked over to you and saw you were done with the bottle in your hands, peach.

kai gets a hold of your hand, that takes you from surprise and you two quickly walk in the fat house. you eye the rooms and could aleady spot yeonjun, kais oldest friend making out with some random girl, beomgyu, a friend of his that youve talked to once with a girl on his lap as he sits in the couch. and his two other friends soobin and taehyun who were talking with a group of friends already, you would say they were more calm when it came to girls.

kai spots soobin and taehyun and his grip tightens around your hand as he drags you thru a crowd. kais jaw was tight and looks over to his friends in panic, it goes unnoticed to you as you were beginning to feel a bit out of it..

"kai!" taehyun smiled seeing his friend. "guys i fucked up.." kai whispered but his words were becoming more slowish. "what happened?' soobin, the oldest asks. "i drank the spike drink" both theyre eyes go wide and take a look at you, who was hiding behind kais big frame.

"shit, did she drink too?" "yeah she took a big sip" taehyun who was more in his right mind of state brought kai closer, "take her to your room and wait it out"

and fuck, could kai not wait.

"what are you.. doing?" you asked with your eyes almost closing as he kissed your collarbone. "youre. so damn-sex..y" he moans as he holds you from the torso and grinds his hard cock to your clothes pussy.

you moaned, "kai.." you hold onto his big shoulders and move your hips as well. "fuck" kai stumbles and thank heavens his bed is right there because he falls on top of you and starts to sloppily kiss you on the lips.

one of his hands go down to your skirt and slowly pull on your cotton underwear. "let me fuck you.. please." he says desperately giving you puppy eyes.

buzzed all the way and not a care you hummed and allow him to pull your underwear all the way down.

"so big." you moaned as kai had his dick all the way in you, his hips going in and out slowly as he lets out the whiniest moans ever. feeling more sensitive than ever now that the drugged drink took over his system. "ung! warm" he moans out load hips stuttering as he slips out and slams himself back in.

your pussy is so wet and warm, theres no way he's lasting anytime soon. "you're so hot" he groans leaning down and kissing you again and gained balanced and fucked into you again. your knees go weak as you feel yourself getting closer to cumming.

you dont know what was in that drink but fuck were you so sensitive now. kais hips started to get a bit faster, not to fast but he was obviously hitting your cervix harder.

little uh uh uhs slipped from your mouth as kai was tongue fucking you. kai raising one of your legs higher and digging into your pussy at a different angle. kai moans like a slut with eyes shut as he feels his dick deeper to your tight hole.

your brain comes into mush and drool spilling from you as you continue to let out whore-ish moans and whines from your lips. you can basically feel yourself drowning in sleep as kais dick hits you all the way with your cum coating his huge dick. with one last wet plap kai comes after you and lets himself fall on top of you.

too weak and head spinning to be able to move. almost immediately he falls asleep with his dick still inside you.

obviously i haven’t edited this and i did this rq..

#txt #txt smut #tw.dark content #tw.noncon #hueningkai #huening kai #txt x reader #huening kai smut

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1-have-no-idea · 4 months ago

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how they kiss you; part two

Pairing(s): 501st, implied fem reader

Overview: literally just how they kiss you. It’s literally just that.

Warning(s): Hardcase refers reader as ‘pretty mama’ at one point, cursing (in Mando’a and English), implied smut, descriptions of smut, yeah, basically just smut, tiiiiny bit of angst but it’s not

Word-count: I honestly did not count

Rex:

-OH YEAH

-why not start with our dear old captain first??

-just look at that smirk, you know this man would DEMAND kisses before any mission. It’s religious at this point

-well- I mean. Not in the beginning.

-Rex is a lover boy. Straight up.

-I mean, did you see his face when he stumbled onto Cut’s family?

-he’s a family man 😭

-so, he thinks you’re an absolute dream come true

-I mean, c’mon. A pretty partner? A loving partner? He loves you with all his damn heart, Maker.

-…buttttt, despite his love for you, he’s actually really shy. He doesn’t wanna mess up, or rush into anything.

-so, this translates into you having to kiss him first :/

-which, hey! That’s not bad whatsoever! Cuz guess what?

-YOU TOOK HIS FIRST KISS

-that’s something to remember. Especially for Rex.

-and for the first time, he actually does well!

-once he learns, he can’t stop.

-his kisses are firm. Real soft, though. Like he’s afraid if he kisses too hard, he’ll hurt you. Like he wants more but also wants to break the kiss and hold you instead.

-oh, but don’t worry

-you should see him when he’s all worked up

-he actually won’t use tongue, but he’ll use his tongue anywhere else (take that as you will.) As for kisses, they’re deep. God, you can guess what else is deep.

-he won’t come up for air. He’ll kiss you until y’all are breathless

-“Maker—- love you, love you s’much, mesh’la- take it- take it deeper f’me, haah—“

-yeah, ahem. So, that’s him.

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Jesse:

-Good Lord

-so, uhm.

-this guy’s smooth. Really. Smooth.

-I’m pretty sure it’s canon that he goes to the 79’s, along with Kix, and well, with the people there and letting loose an all, it’s not that surprising that Jesse most likely has a body count

-at least like, two or three people he fucked in the refresher

-so, he’s experienced

-unlike Rex, he’s not shy

-he will GLADLY make out with you all day

-…once you two become a thing, and behind closed doors

-yes, even though Jesse’s a bit freaky and lowkey kinda a slut in the 79’s, once he meets you and actually well, gets with you

-he settles down

-due to how y’all are serious, he becomes more private. I mean, he definitely wants people to know he’s yours and you’re his, but he doesn’t want to flaunt you out there

-in the beginning, his kisses are hard. Demanding. Teasing, even. Tongue down your throat in seconds. Would literally always lead up to sex.

-but, as your relationship progresses and he realizes this isn’t just to get in his pants or anything, the kisses become softer

-more tender

-they don’t shorten, don’t misunderstand me, but they’re not demanding anymore. At least, not all the time

-this time, he kisses you because he loves you

-he kisses you because he really can’t know when the last time he’ll be able to

-he kisses you because he wants you to know how much you mean to him

-it’s a lust-to-love thing

-oh, but sometimes he may swipe his tongue over your bottom lip. Just to tease you. He’s not a total softie, doll.

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Kix:

-aw, just look at him

-so, as mentioned before, Kix would go to the 79’s with Jesse a lot

-but, he wasn’t really a slut 🤷‍♀️

-he’d go there for the drinks and for fun. But not to get laid

-I mean, c’mon. There’s too many health risks. STD’s, potential pregnancy…

-what else would you expect from the medic

-BUT! That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t flirt.

-if he was interested, he’d talk. Say hi, hello, how are you, bla bla bla, but he wouldn’t take them to bed. It was always just hello for him.

-until he met you

-Kix is very old schooled

-very gentlemanly.

-it will at least take three to four dates and consistent talking for him to actually be hooked, and want something more, let alone kiss you

-oh, but once you get there

-he’ll kiss you when he thinks the time is right. It has to be the perfect moment.

-maybe when a quiet moment appears during one of your dates, or after a heart to heart or when he’s dropping you off or before he goes off on a mission

-the first kiss is soft. Firm, though. Full of meaning and unspoken confessions

-and then he’ll part, just for a second before returning one last time for a second kiss, and then he’ll be on his way.

-if you were to get intimate, though, his kisses are somewhat the same

-the only difference is there’s a hint of desperation in his kisses

-they’re chaste and a tad frantic, as if he’s rushing

-he is.

-like he’s trying to convey all his love to you while also struggling to hold back and not just—- pound you until you can’t sit right

-don’t worry, he’s a gentle lover though. But if you ask, who is he to deny?

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Hardcase:

-oh, my silly little hyperactive adhd clone

-with no hesitation or anything, Hardcase absolutely geeks over you

-he’s jumping up and down when he sees you, grinning so hard you think his teeth might crack, laughing boisterously while scooping you up into a hug

-cuz you’re his baby, his hot stuff, his pretty mama

-and he’s NOT SHY in letting you know

-believe it or not, Hardcase actually wasn’t experienced before you. Surprising, right? Well, not really. Hardcase is somewhat of a himbo, and usually can’t take a hint on whether someone’s hitting on him or not. Plus, whenever he hit the bar, he’d usually be too drunk to realize if someone was or not. He’s there to just have fun.

-but he was eager to kiss you

-extremely. Extremely. Eager.

-you think he’d be a natural his first time?

-HAH. That’s cute. But no.

-the first kiss is sloppy. Rushed. I mean- it’s deep, don’t get me wrong, but just- very sloppy.

-noses squishing together, lips not even locked, teeth clacking together—

-yeah, it’s not the best. But it was for him!!

-at least, he thought it was

-until you actually taught him

-and for the first time, he froze. Everything in him went calm. Well, for a couple seconds, at least

-then he was giggling like a school-girl again and pecking all over your face

-Hardcase’s kisses are quick. Sometimes sloppy, and rushed, but it’s just because he gets so excited!

-s’not his fault, babydoll, believe him. It’s just easy to get too excited around you.

-and, well, that also transfers in the bed

-hope you can last a couple of quick rounds. He doesn’t plan on taking any breaks.

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Dogma:

-guys, be for real. You think this man would know how to kiss?

-nah.

-he’s clueless. I mean, c’mon, all he does is work, work, work, and follow orders!

-he doesn’t get out much, give him some slack!

-so, well, you’re gonna hafta initiate everything and everything.

-Dogma is uptight, and fiercely believed that a clone’s person is strictly only to follow orders, so don’t get your feelings hurt when you try to initiate any affection for the first time and he flinches away or scowls. It’s nothing personal, really. He just doesn’t know how else to react.

-reassure him. Praise him. Tell him that he’s more than just a number to you, that you don’t just see him as a piece of hardware

-Dogma absolutely craves praise

-so when he first kisses you, he instinctively starts worrying and asking you if he did alright, if it made you feel good, if you were happy with him

-do him a favor and just kiss him to shut him up

-it works. It really does.

-Dogma’s kisses are shy. Barely there presses, fluttering and fleeting.

-you’re gonna hafta hold his face to keep him from pulling away almost immediately

-and then, once that strict and by-the-book soldier melts away, leaving the praise-starved and lowkey needy man beneath, Dogma will melt.

-you just need to guide him

-tell him what feels good, how good he’s being, how much you love him

-and Maker, isn’t he a pleaser

-he’s a suck up. He wants to please you.

-and doesn’t he do a damn good job of it

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Tup:

-sweet baby, right?

-probably has no idea what he’s doing, right?

-WRONG

-look, sweet baby, yes, he is, he’s a sweetheart

-but he’s not a prude

-and he’s DEFINITELY not innocent

-I mean, c’mon. Have you seen his brothers? They’ve probably shown him holoporn at one point or tried to hook him up with someone

-that being said, he’s still newer, but he’s not completely ignorant

-and it’s not like he really liked playing around that much, either. He didn’t wanna hurt anyone’s feelings 🥺

-and when you appear? Well, you can guess how sweet this boy is to you

-he courts you.

-he’s not timid, but he can be shy, but it’s not like, really shy. He’s just very polite and doesn’t wanna scare you away, because in all realness, Tup is a bit insecure

-please reassure him.

-he may be shy of touching you at first, but once you assure him, he’ll start to. When the moments right, of course.

-his kisses are short and sweet

-a peck here and there

-oh, but don’t be disappointed. If you want more, he’ll give more, you just have to ask

-but, then again, he’s still a little hesitant about it. Just take the reins with this one.

-like I said, Tup isn’t innocent, he’s not a prude

-but he’s still a virgin. He could kiss, he could flirt

-but he’s always been to scared to give his virginity away, because that was special to him

-well anywho- we’re not on that topic! Yet :)

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Fives:

-and last but not least! Fives!!

-look, Fives is a stud

-he’s goofy, flirty, cheesy, oh, so cheesy

-and he turns up that cheesiness all the way when he meets you

-so he’s experienced

-he 100% his, but when it comes to you, he’s not all ‘oh, yeah, to the bed, baby,’ but instead more of a, ‘hey, got a map? Cuz I’m getting lost in your eyes—-‘

-yeah. It’s bad.

-oh- but just- just give him a chance- kay? He’ll prove it to you—

-his kisses are DEEP

-PASSIONATE

-he uses tongue

-not to where it’s overwhelming, but to make you breathless and yearning for more

-kisses hard, one nip to your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue and then just going for it

-you know he has you pinned against some place while he kisses you

-Makes out like his life depends on it

-but it’s not just lust for him, don’t worry!

-he’ll be breathing out his love for you with every kiss, growling under his breath while he thrusts into you deep and slow

-“Kriff— hold on- hah- fuck! Feel me right there- like that? Yeah, hahaah, yeah, ya like that, baby? Yeah, I know you do—“

-yeah. It gets heated really quickly.

-he’ll have you squirming in no time

-you’ll be yearning for this man in every way

-so yes.

-Fives is a very passionate man.

-and he just gets even more passionate when he’s with you

#clones x reader #tcw x reader #x fem reader #501st legion #star wars x reader #captain rex x reader #fives x reader #jesse x reader #tup x reader #dogma x reader #hardcase x reader #kix x reader

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ashtheketchum · 5 months ago

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●Magic water Part 01●

Senku Ishigami X FEM.Reader

Summary: The village wants to take a break after all the hard work. So Senku creates some "magic water", also called alcohol.

Warnings: +18 CONTENT, FEM.Reader, mention of alcohol, missionary, VIRGIN Reader, VIRGIN Senku, no love just sex

A/N: I was gone for a long time and I´m very sorry :`D But now I come back and I also try something new! (Daryl is still in my heart and he will come back, don´t worry <3) Soooo, I hope you all like some anime content :3

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PoV Senku:

I sat in my bed with a pounding headache. Well, if you could call it a bed, it was just a blanket and a pillow on the floor. God, my arms felt heavy and I felt sick. What the hell was wrong with me yesterday? And what the fuck was going on in the night?

When I looked around, I saw that I was in my house. Everything was quiet outside, my workers- uhm, I mean the rest of the villagers were still asleep. On the floor next to us, there were a few jugs on the floor and my clothes too. Holy Einstein, it looked like there was a huge tornado here. But what I found particularly strange was that there were other clothes lying next to my clothes. "What the…?"

At that exact moment, I felt someone snuggling up to my arm. I jumped briefly before looking down at (Y/N). She was lying naked next to me, with bite marks on her neck and shoulders and her hair all messy. She was sleeping soundly, breathing calmly and snuggled up in a second blanket. It didn't take long before I put two and two together and my face turned bright red. To be sure, I pulled the blanket off me and by Einstein, my guess was right! Damn-!

PoV (Y/N):

Senku had forced us to work again. Well, what does "forced" mean? We enjoyed working for him, but sometimes he seemed to feel too powerful. And today was no different. Due to an accident, we ran out of alcohol, and now we had to quickly make some ourselves. A few villagers had wished for a nice evening after all the success we'd achieved. The Science Kingdom was getting bigger and stronger, and soon we'd be able to really kick that Tsukasa's ass. But understandably, we all wanted a break, an evening of just having fun, and Senku took this request to heart. Maybe he wasn't such a bad person after all.

"(Y/N), you're staring again," I heard Kohaku whisper to me. My cheeks immediately turned bright red and I looked away from Senku. Kohaku had to see everything too… "Let me…" I muttered quietly to myself, which only made Kohaku smile. "Oh man, you really couldn't have picked anyone better, could you? Why Senku, what's so great about him?" Kohaku asked me. To be honest, I didn't really have an answer and if I did, I could probably talk for hours about how great Senku was. But I didn't want to do that. So I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Okay, that should be enough! Now we shake the liquid into a giant bucket!" we heard Senku shout loudly. Kohaku and I just nodded in agreement before each taking a container and shaking the entire liquid into a giant bucket. Before we could even ask what it was all for, Senku sent us away. We knew what alcohol was, but we'd never watched it being made. We just weren't interested. "I have to focus on this. If one thing goes wrong, all this work will have been for nothing!" Senku said. I just nodded at him and turned to leave. But behind me, I heard Kohaku talking to him. She was asking him what exactly his plan was, and I couldn't help but feel jealousy.

I knew Kohaku and Senku didn't want anything from each other, but I was still jealous. I was jealous of Kohaku for being able to talk to Senku so easily. I could only stand quietly next to Senku, listen to him, nod, or shake my head. It frustrated me, it frustrated me so much. But inside I hoped that tonight everything would be better.

After several days, we had prepared a huge table in the village, full of food and empty cups. We were all waiting for the alcohol we had been anticipating and preparing for days. While we had alcohol here too, we had never drunk the kind we had back then. "(Y/N), go help Senku carry the magic water!" Chrome called to me. Confused and a little nervous, I nodded to him before walking to the bridge. On the other side of the bridge, I saw Senku trying to lift the huge bucket. He was having a lot of trouble, you could see it.

So I went over to him, giggling. "Do you need help?" I asked him. My voice made him look up and hum quietly. A little sweat ran down his forehead. "Oh, (Y/N)… yes, that would be nice," he murmured quietly and knelt down again. With a nod, I went to the other side, knelt down as well and then we both lifted the bucket. Senku groaned briefly before we slowly walked over the bridge. "I wanted to thank you…" I suddenly blurted out. When Senku looked at me confused, I turned bright red again and looked away from him. "Thank you? For what?" he asked again. "N-n-well, for…! Y-you're treating us to this evening…" I murmured quietly. Senku just remained silent before nodding. "No problem," he finally said.

After we carried the bucket over, we placed it next to the table and opened it. I immediately saw the wonderful liquid; it was definitely a very dark color. "The alcohol isn't like the old-world kind… but we don't want to get too drunk," Senku explained. He loved explaining scientific things, even when no one was listening. "It'll definitely taste good," I said, as I took the first empty cups and filled them with alcohol. The first few people came over to take the cups from me and distribute them. But the children didn't get any.

Within moments, we were all drunk, which was hard to tell. Our cheeks were bright red, we were slurring our words, we were more honest, and we were also a bit clumsy. Chrome and Ginro were half-lying on the table, snoring loudly, while Kohaku and I were just discussing something. "You know… y-you should talk to Senku…" Kohaku suddenly suggested. I hiccupped loudly before looking at her uncertainly. Then I glanced briefly at Senku, who was also sipping alcohol, but he seemed relatively sober. "S-sure…?" I asked uncertainly. Even though I'd probably had several cups of alcohol by now, I still wasn't brave enough to confess my feelings to Senku.

"Just do it!" and with these words Kohaku pushed me towards Senku. Startled, I stumbled a little before I cleared my throat and walked towards Senku. My heart was pounding in my throat, but somehow I felt dizzy. As if everything around me didn't exist. As if there was only Senku and me. "S-senku…!" I then called, even though I wasn't even close to him. We were at least ten steps away from each other. But the scientist heard me and looked up. Our eye contact remained firm until I stood in front of him and took a deep breath. "I-I want to… w-get away from you…!" I then stuttered. Senku mumbled something to himself briefly before he stood up, cracked his neck briefly and then nodded. "Yes, okay…"

We walked over the bridge to his lab, which was also his house in a way. He had a hammock in his lab, but I could imagine that he hardly slept. Sometimes he had such big bags under his eyes that I thought he was going to drop dead. But Senku had himself really well under control. "So?" his voice pulled me out of my brief trance and I flinched. Then I slowly turned to him, he looked a little bored. But I could also see a slight red shimmer on his cheeks. Was he drunk too? He looked so calm… "II… I just wanted to tell you that I…" my voice kept faltering as I suppressed my slurring. I felt a little uncomfortable speaking so unclearly.

"I-I think you're really hot!", I suddenly blurted out. But my expression changed to one of shock. Why did I say that so suddenly, was I stupid!? Damn it, what had that magical water done to me!? "You… uhhh…" came Senku's quiet reply. He seemed pretty overwhelmed and his cheeks took on a slight red tinge. Did the magical water work on him after all?

Swallowing nervously, I slowly walked towards him until I was standing right in front of him. Senku just looked down at me before grabbing my arms. "(Y/N), I don't think that-!", before Senku could reply, I pressed my lips against his. I could also taste the magical water on his lips, and coupled with the kiss, I felt even drunker. But instead of Senku pulling away, he returned my kiss even more deeply. When I gasped in surprise, he pressed his tongue into my mouth and I felt like my head was spinning, just like the whole world. Our tongues played around each other before Senku pulled back and we both panted heavily. "S-senku-!" "Well… I have to…", I didn't understand him any further, as Senku led us both to his hammock.

"Take that off…" Senku murmured softly against my lips. A cold shiver ran down my spine before I nodded and took off my clothes. While I was taking them off and holding the clothes in my hands, Senku had laid a blanket on the floor and a pillow. My insides were tingling. He was preparing everything to perform the act of love with me.

I had read about it in a book before. Children are created when a man injects his sperm into a woman and the sperm then penetrates her egg. It sounded scary somehow, but we had so many children in the village that it couldn't be that bad. So I pulled myself together.

While I was lost in thought, Senku had also taken off his robe. I looked at his body with greedy eyes. Although he had no stamina and was a complete failure at sports, Senku was really well built. I licked my lower lip briefly before throwing my robe somewhere and walking towards him again. In the background I heard something fall to the floor, but I ignored it and so did Senku. Although he only dropped it, he didn't hesitate for a second to press me into the blanket and kneel over me. His red eyes scanned my entire body up and down until he finally stopped at my middle. His gaze was so intense that I had to press my legs tightly together, but Senku stopped me by grabbing my thighs and spreading my legs.

"Stay like that… I want to be able to see everything…" he murmured quietly, but seemed to be far too focused. It almost seemed as if he wanted to examine my body. But before I could say anything, Senku lowered his head and licked my middle. He hit some spot that made me gasp immediately. "O-oh, Senku…!" I gasped loudly. My reaction made Senku look up before he let out a small "I see…" But my head felt far too foggy to notice anything exactly. I only felt the incredible feeling that Senku gave me.

Again and again he licked that one spot that made my insides contract and made me moan. My hands stroked the blanket that was beneath me before going to Senku's hair and grabbing him. I greedily pressed him closer to my lip, which made the brilliant scientist moan. His moan made me arch my back and I gasped again. Slowly I propped myself up on my elbow to look down. But before I could even see what Senku was doing to make me feel so good, he pulled away from me again and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Lie down…" he murmured quietly, his voice a little rougher and deeper. My body immediately shook, but I nodded immediately and lay down again.

Senku rested his arms next to my head and looked down at me. His eyes, which usually shone in the sunshine, were very dark and seemed much more intense. When he lay down between my legs, I swallowed hard as I felt his penis against my abdomen. However, it didn't seem hard yet, at least not completely. "I guess… you've never had anything like this before?" Senku asked quietly. In response to his question, I just shook my head. "No… b-but you haven't either, have you…?" In response to my question, Senku also shook his head. So neither of us had ever had an experience like this before. So it would be the first time for both of us.

"Will it hurt…?", my voice was quiet, uncertain and hesitant as I asked this question. Although Senku had never had it before, I hoped that he had an answer to my question. Like always. Senku always had an answer. "… I don't know… probably…", Senku whispered quietly. Before I could reply, his penis was already pressing against my center and I had to gasp sharply. We both looked down briefly before Senku looked deep into my eyes. While we maintained eye contact, he pushed his half-hard member into me. "Fuck…", Senku cursed quietly the deeper he sank himself. There was a stronger red glow on his cheeks.

"S-senku…!", an unpleasant feeling spread in my abdomen and I held on tightly to his arms. My legs were shaking and, to be honest, I didn't know where to put them. Or whether I should stretch them out. Swallowing hard, I finally decided to simply spread my legs further so Senku could press his pelvis more firmly against mine. Whimpering softly, I squeezed my eyes shut while Senku buried his face in my shoulder. Only in a daze did I notice that he was biting my skin. "T-that's… not what I expected…" I heard Senku whisper softly. Before I could reply, Senku grabbed my legs, wrapped them around his hips and then slowly moved inside me.

I could still feel the slight pain, but when Senku started to move, the pain quickly faded. I could even feel his member getting harder inside me. Soft moans and gasps escaped me, Senku growled softly against my skin and moved a little faster. My grip on my legs tightened, as did his bites into my skin. My own hands ran down his back and through his hair, never staying in one place. ,,S-senku…! That feels… incredible…~!" I moaned softly, gently tugging on his hair. This made Senku look at my face. His expression showed pure lust and desire.

His cheeks were very flushed, his eyebrows were slightly knitted together, and his mouth was slightly open. A few loose strands of hair hung in his face, making him look even hotter. "Surprisingly… very good…" Senku agreed. Then he moved his pelvis even faster, the slapping of our skin getting louder, just like my moans. If I wasn't so drunk, I probably would have worried about being heard. But that was the last thing on my mind at the moment. While I was moaning, panting, and whimpering loudly, Senku only let out quiet growls or moaned quietly once or twice. It was almost as if he was completely focused on me and wanted to hear everything.

After several minutes of just looking deeply into each other's eyes and giving ourselves over to each other, I felt my lower abdomen contract. It felt strange, almost wrong, but my desire didn't pass for a second. Since I didn't know what this feeling was, I gently pulled on Senku's hair. The scientist had closed his eyes to better surrender to the feeling, but when he felt me pulling on his hair, he opened his eyes. "I-I have… a-a strange feeling inside me~…" I moaned quietly. Senku immediately stopped moving and looked at me confused and curious. "What kind of feeling? Where do you feel it?" he asked me curiously. He looked me up and down before his eyes landed on mine again. "I-it feels like… my insides are about to burst… M-my stomach…" I murmured quietly. At my answer, Senku sighed quietly, but then nodded and buried his face in my shoulder again. He had already bitten it raw, just like my neck.

"Everything's okay…~," Senku moaned softly and moved inside me again. His thrusts had become a little more irregular and sloppy. Heavy panting and breathing escaped him as he began to sweat profusely. "I-is everything okay~…?" I asked quietly, trying my best not to be too loud. But Senku just nodded and kissed my cheek. This made my heart beat even faster than it already was. "Yes, I~…! Ah, fuck~… I'm just about to come~…", his answer made me pause briefly in confusion, but I ignored it. It was probably some kind of speech I still had to learn. So I just nodded so as not to ruin the mood. "I-me too~…" I said quietly.

After three more thrusts, the oppressive feeling in my abdomen burst and I moaned loudly. Senku gasped in shock before he pulled out of me and shot his sperm onto my stomach. I immediately let my head fall into the pillow and I breathed heavily. His sperm literally burned on my skin while Senku fell next to me. "That was... incredible..." I sighed loudly and grinned broadly. Unbelievable! I had sex with Senku! I couldn't be happier right now!

"Yes, but… I imagined sex to be much more… annoying…", Senku muttered quietly before grinning triumphantly. Then he took his robe and wiped the cum from my stomach. Then he threw it in a corner, turned to me and closed his eyes. "Sleep… your body needs it…", Senku just muttered before we both fell silent. But I was far too excited to even think about sleeping! Or so I thought… because within a few seconds I was fast asleep.

PoV Senku:

Damn, I never thought I would go this far with (Y/N)! But I had to admit to myself… that sex felt incredibly good. Not love, love was still a very strange feeling for me, but sex felt incredible! Maybe I could have sex with (Y/N) more often… she certainly wouldn't mind.

#senku #senku ishigami #ishigami senku #ishigami #dr stone #anime #senku x reader #anime x reader #otaku #dr stone x reader #smut #senku ishigami smut #anime smut

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prettynice8 · 6 months ago

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Kinkmas Day 2: Oral Fixation

Song Mingi x male reader

This guy

Stuff: Oral Fixation DUH, kinky kissing? blow jobs, blow jobs, blow jobs (reader receiving), reader is kind of a pervert, you two are friends.

Word Count: 1,443

Notes: DAMN those lips

You and Mingi were both a part of Ateez, and you were both pretty close, there was just one problem with the relationship... his lips.

Every time you saw him the only thing you could think about was how good his lips must feel to kiss, and how mother fucking ORGASMIC they must feel wrapped around your cock.

You two were super close, so maybe if you just so happened to ask him to wrap his plump lips around your cock and give you the best blow job you've experienced, he'd just simply say yes... right? Probably not.

"Hey Y/N!" Mingi greeted as you stepped into the practice room, his deep voice always sending a delightful chill down your spine. His face is adorned with his adorable golden retriever smile.

"Hey Mingi!" You greeted back with equal enthusiasm. Being around him is like some sick torture, but you still loved the big lug.

He swung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a tight and friendly embrace, the smell of his perfume hitting your nose and making you feel almost sedated.

"Yo dude, something off?" He gently asked, noticing your odd behavior, how he didn't notice all the other times of you being weird is beyond me.

"Uhm... well... you..." You kind of dodge the question, debating whether to tell him about your massive crush and constant thoughts of him blowing you or not.

"You know I'm your friend, right? If something's off, you can ask me anything." He kindly offered, which sparked something within you.

"Anything?" You asked him.

"Anything." He reinforced it.

"Could you wrap those plump lips around my cock!"

Before you could even think the words just fired off like a bullet, hitting Mingi right in the chest, making him incredibly confused and... a little turned on.

"Did I hear that right?" He asked, his face filled with mass shock and confusion, though the tightening in his pants tell a different story.

"Tragically... yeah." You answered, your face covered in a deep blush. "I'm so sorry! I should-" But before you can finish, Mingi cuts you off by smashing his plump lips into yours.

The kiss is powerful, making your legs weak. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in closer, deepening the kiss and making you gasp. He takes that brief opportunity to shove his entire tongue right into your mouth and down your throat.

The kiss goes from powerful to straight up nasty, his tongue dancing with yours, being so messy that drool leaks from both of your mouths. He licks up your drooling before shoving his tongue right back into your mouth.

His muscle clashes with your own, dancing inside both of your shared mouths before he wins the waltz, dominating yours.

He pulls away for a brief second to say, "What was that you wanted?" He said while palming your growing tent in your pants.

You don't respond, too dazed and confused to even talk at the moment.

"Come on... you were so loud before." He said, his palming turning into tightly gripping your clothed cock, squeezing it roughly, making you yelp. He shoves his tongue back into your open mouth.

The kiss alone is enough to make you cum, but the mix of him palming your erection is a whole thing altogether.

Before you are able to actually reach completion, he pulls away completely, breaking away all contact but still standing very close, his warm breath hitting your now swollen lips.

"Suck me off... please. I need to know what it feels like to have those plush lips on my cock, to have your warm mouth all around my dick." You said breathlessly, the kiss taking a lot out of you.

"Well, I do love you... so of course I'll lend my 'plush' lips to you." He replied cheekily before sitting you down on the couch.

He wastes no time, quickly pulling your pants and underwear down in one swift motion to reveal your achingly hard cock.

He pumps it a few times with his hand before kissing the tip. He gives it little kitten licks before licking stripes along your hole shaft, leaving light and begging moans to escape your mouth.

"Please! I need it so bad!" You begged him.

"I don't know... You're sounding a little pathetic." He said teasingly, still only giving your cock some light kisses and licks.

You've had enough of his shit, so you just slam his head right on to your cock, instantly making him take your entire member and gag as it hits the back of his throat.

Instead of getting mad or upset, he just smiles around your cock before quickly getting to work, sucking your cock with insane precision.

"Fuck Mingi... you feel so good..." You moan weekly, the pleasure being so fucking amazing.

His mouth works expertly around your cock, easily deepthroating your whole member. Your praises only give him more motivation to make you feel good.

The sight of his plump lips wrapped around your cock, a sight that you've only dreamed about until now, is to die for, simply breathtaking. In fact, breathtaking is a pretty accurate adjective, since the way his warm, wet mouth works around your cock is the most amazing feeling you've ever had.

"I'm close, do you mind if I...?" You asked vaguely, but Mingi caught on to what you were implying.

His mouth gets off your dick for just a split second so he can respond with, "I really wanna taste your cum, please, in my mouth." Before quickly taking your back into his mouth.

Knowing that you're close, Mingi doubles his efforts, moving his head even faster and deepthroating you every single time he goes down, easily doing so since he doesn't really have a gag reflex.

You burst inside his mouth, filling it up you cum so much that some inevitably leak out from the sides on and to your dick. He happily drinks up every drop, swallowing all that he could and licking up the drops that fell from his mouth.

"I can confidently say... that was the best blow job I've ever had in my entire life." You praised breathlessly.

"Best blow job you've ever had in your entire life YET." He insisted before licking your cock back to life. "Still able to get hard? Nice endurance."

"Why thank yo-" He cuts you off once again, shoving his head right back down on to your newly hard again cock.

He quickly moves his head up and down on your cock, his tongue moving along under your shaft at all times, causing even more pleasure and louder moans from you. The sounds of Mingi's dick sucking and your loud, high pitches, really gay moans permeate and fill the empty practice room.

He takes his mouth off, the only connection being the string of saliva between your tips and his lips. Before you can even argue, he slams his cock right back down on to your dick, doing this over and over again until you reach your second orgasm.

His nose is right at your pubic bone, deepthroating you so you cum goes right down his throat. He takes the complete load like a champ, not gagging or spitting out a single drop.

"Fuck your cum tastes good, I gotta have more." He praised, it's clear he's completely out of breath. Before you can argue, he once again slams his mouth right back on to your cock, sucking with a passion it's pretty clear that he's enjoying this a fuck ton.

"M-Mingi! Too much!" You shriek out, his skilled mouth on your sensitive cock is just too much to handle.

Mingi ignores your whines, continuing his oral assault on your poor cock. He hollows his cheek and relaxes his throat, making it you can feel every bit of his mouth around your cock, it's almost like an asshole with how tight it is, yet he still is avoiding his teeth, it's clear he's incredibly skilled, and knows what he's doing.

Contrary to your complaints, you thrust into his mouth, tightly gripping his hair as fuck that gorgeous mouth of his. Mingi once again doesn't do anything to stop you, letting you use his mouth as your personal fleshlight while still providing his own expertise to make the pleasure even more orgasmic.

You ejaculate into his mouth for the third and what is hopefully the last time. He drinks up every single drop, moaning from how much he adores the taste.

You relax into the couch, completely spent, you cock finally soft, for now.

"So... wanna go again?" Mingi asked.

THE END

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metallicames · 2 months ago

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Teenage dream

Part 2

Description: James and the reader haven't seen each other for ten days and when they finally manage to meet, passion takes over.

Warnings: age gap, smut, oral sex, sex, dirty talkinkg, unprotected sex.

⸻⭒⸱ 🖤 ⸱⭒⸻

It's been ten days since James and I last saw each other, ten endless days of waiting, sexting, calling at any time of the day or night until I reached a point where I almost thought I was going crazy.

Ten days of texts like "I can't stop thinking about being inside you, I'm so hard" during classes, of midnight calls like "Touch yourself for me baby girl, let me hear how bad you need me" while I'm locked in my room under the covers trying to imagine being touched by his hands while his deep sexy voice guides me towards pleasure. Imagining him without being able to actually have him was exhausting but finally the wait is over.

I park outside his huge house with my heart pounding, as I approach the door I am impatient, feverish. I enter through the main door, greeted by a soft and warm light and spicy scent. I find James behind the kitchen counter, as soon as he sees me he stops fiddling with the grill and he comes towards me. As he approaches I hold my breath, every time his rough beauty makes me falter. He comes close, the weight of his presence is overwhelming, his stature commanding the space. I feel small under his gaze, he takes the bag from my hand making it fall to the floor and without saying a word he kisses me holding me thight to him with both arms. His warmth immediately envelops me and we let ourselves go in an intense and passionate kiss, I can feel how much he craves me just by the way kisses and squeezes me. His embrace is tight, like he’s afraid to let me go, and I can feel the fire in him, burning through every touch. His hands immediately end up under my dress grabbing my buttocks with force lifting me on his hips "what if we talk later about how it goes and what we have done these days?uhm?" he says in a teasing tone starting to kiss my neck going down towards the shoulder blade.

Once we enter his bedroom he pushes me against the wall, I feel his erection between my legs while the hand that is not holding me up makes its way under my dress reaching one of my already turgid nipples. “God James...how much I missed you…” my whispered voice is punctuated by sighs while James pushes me even harder against the wall kissing me hungrily.

Shortly after he sits on the bed after taking off his pants and boxers, I missed seeing him naked, eager, hard just for me. I immediately get on my knees between his legs still wrapped in my good girl flower dress while James begins to slowly touch himself along the entire swollen and veiny length. He is so hot that I would stay still and watch him pleasure himself but the desire to make him enjoy and make him feel how much I missed him takes over. I lower myself and begin to kiss and lick his balls delicately taking them in my mouth and then caressing them with my tongue while he continues to jerk off with slow movements starting to pant loudly. I move up towards his length with my mouth, his hand ends up in my hair letting me take control. “Look at me while you suck it sweety... mhh like that” he breathes out, I obey looking up while my mouth is busy giving him pleasure and I already feel wet just looking at him and hearing his moans.

The grip on my hair becomes more vigorous as the minutes pass and when I slightly increase the pace, letting it slide completely into my mouth, James raises his hips against my face as he cums copiously in my mouth "Good god..yess" he purrs. I slow my movements and then I get up while I smile at him running a hand over his abdomen “damn, that was a lot” James says with labored breathing while I see a few more white drops coming out of his swollen tip which I promptly lick.

While James recovers I stand up in front of him and slowly undress, his eyes light up, his gaze penetrates me following my every movement, I get closer to his face kissing him and biting his lower lip.

“Ride me baby, let me feel how needy you are” his hot breath brushes my ear while with one hand he brings me closer to him. I position myself on top of him completely naked and wet without even being touched staring into his eyes, I take his already hard cock in my hands bringing it closer to my throbbing core. “I missed you so much” James whispers while I lower my hips feeling him sink inside me stretching out slowly my walls.

I start riding James, grinding on him, our bodies are entwined and our breaths labored, his large back is leaning against the headboard while his eyes clouded with pleasure observe my every movement, my every expression as I move on top of him rotating my hips, feeling every inch of him inside of me “This feel so good… God” I whisper panting “I know baby.. I know.. I feel how much you enjoy it.. how wet you’re… ssshhittt”. While we are enjoying the connection of our bodies his hands move from my hips pushing my arms behind my back, blocking me in that position. The moment I let my head fall back looking up I notice our reflection on the mirror attached to the ceiling. I keep riding him but my gaze never left the mirror that gave me a new perspective on our bodies “Do you like what you see baby?” James asks with a husky voice, tightening the grip on my wrists and giving me an unexpected thrust from underneath. “F-fuck yess” I say almost breathless as my mind is focused on the imagine and the sensation of our bodies moving in sync.

His strong grip on my wrists and the feeling of his thick cock buried deep inside me is all I need to come as I grind myself hard against him seeking even more friction against his pubic bone before collapsing against his chest with shaking legs: “my fucking god James” I breathe out. James releases his grip on my wrists and wraps his arms around me, holding me close to him, continuing to move underneath, giving me small slow thrusts, making the feeling of ecstasy prolong throughout my body: “Good girl.” He whispers, kissing my shoulder.

As I’m filled with a long wave of pleasure James moves me under him taking control and crushes me against his body, pushing himself into me so deep that I can’t breathe from the overstimulation. I cling to him with my nails, crossing my legs around his waist, watching the movements of his naked body through the mirror. Every muscle of his powerful back tense as he pushes himself into me slowly but with strength. Our moans echo throughout the room accompanied by the sound of the headboard slamming forcefully against the wall- thank god he has no neighbors.

With an unexpected move James rises slightly bringing my ankles up to his shoulders, he penetrates me again emitting a low growl “I’m going to destroy you.. fuck-” he lets out tightening his hand around my wrist next to my face. I'm completely lost, my eyes roll back in my head as I feel him moving inside me at an increasing pace, going deeper and deeper without ever stopping. “James keep going god.. I’m so close”.

James increases the pace even more looking into my eyes intensely: “I’m close too.. where do you want me to come?” I’m so fucked I can’t even answer, “mmmh? C’mon where do you want my cum?” he leans even more on me pushing my legs against his chest, buries balls deep inside of me, “I-inside of me..” I stammer, “tell me where baby girl” his hand tightens my neck and I see his eyes light up, “Come inside of my pussy.. please” I whimper clinging to his shoulders, James pushes against me crushing me under his body so deep that it seems to feel his big cock in my stomach. I look up at the ceiling, seeing him from that perspective, with his skin slightly moistened by sweat and hearing him pant and swear under his breath in my ear makes my vision goes blurry as I come shaking, pressed on the mattress by his weight as my moans come out uncontrollably from my mouth.

James follows shortly after, growing against the crook of my neck, holding me still with his hands until he finishes filling me completely.

Satisfied, he abandons himself on top of me, breathing deeply. I caress his short hair, slightly damp with sweat, and enjoy his smell as we try to recover from our hight, my eyes never stop admiring his broad back reflected in the mirror.

"You're quiet.. are you ok?" He asks me with his sigh altered while he's still inside of me. "Oh yes.. I'm enjoying the moment, you're... You're amazing" I whisper in his ear.

We stay in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, the soft warmth of the blankets surrounding us. We look into each other's eyes, not in a rush, savoring the quiet moment. Time seems to slow down as we remain there, feeling the rhythm of our breaths sync, content in the stillness.

"Are you hungry? I wanted to cook something before you came into the house in that little dress" he says to me in an amused tone.

"Yes, let's eat something." I reply with a smile.

We spend the next hour laughing and joking while James grills some game meat he hunted a few days ago. I love being with him and watching how our relationship is evolving even though I haven't told anyone about us yet for fear of breaking the spell.

"Y/N jokes aside, I want to talk to your dad, he deserves the truth, I don't want to hide, I really like you" he tells me in a serious and firm tone while he fills my plate and sits down in front of me.

"I like you too... a lot. You're right, I just have to find the courage, but it's the right thing to do." The fact that James wants to share our relationship with other people makes me realize that he cares about me and that he really wants to establish something deeper and this thing makes me feel euphoric and electrified as if I were living a dream.

When we finish eating the quiet hum of the evening settles between us while we tidy up the kitchen. I find myself lost in the details of him: his face scars, his jawline, the way his lips curve, and the strength in his shoulders and arms as he moves. My gaze lingers a little longer than it should, drawn in by the quiet magnetism that seems to surround him.

“I haven't told you this yet, but you're gorgeous” he suddenly whispers in my ear as he leans against my back, pushing me lightly against the kitchen counter, making me feeling the smooth surface cold against my heated skin.

I can feel his presence close, steady and comforting, yet intense.

Then, in a moment that feels inevitable, he finally bends me against the counter, his grip tightening with the force of who knows exactly what he wants, claiming what’s his, again.

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