#didn't know what color to make the shirts so i said fuck it red

[cherryozyi]

Been a while since I've drawn Coach. Imma call him Cy

Headcanons Rambling about this character down below

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Cy has that dad coach attitude if that makes sense. He isn't aggressive nor pushes the kids too hard. He just wants them to try their best in sports and have fun. More closer to his comic counterpart actually!

Passion for sports, mostly football and is really prominent when he is coaching his football team during practice hours.

He's married to Mrs.E and has a pretty good marriage and relationship with her. Loves his wife unconditionally.

Speaking of which Planaria is kinda jealous about Cy's perfect marriage and that a lot of students seem to like him more. Although he doesn't out right hate Cy, just is very intimated by his perfectish lifestyle.

Gets along really well with other teachers, and usually greets them in the morning (when they're not in a bad mood). Sometimes he brings them coffee from the store in the morning when going into the teacher's lounge.

This guy probably has no backbone tho, if some student were causing trouble he isn't the best at resolving situations. Some students like Lynnwood or the Algae Brothers would take advantage of his kindness to get away with stuff. If someone does cause trouble he brings in Planaria. The poor guy just let people walk all over him.

Is bad at substituting and is the least teacher to want to substitute if one teacher is sick. Hes a good coach but a pretty bad teacher.

"what is a laptop?" <- really old school. He still has a flip phone. He doesn't't know what the internet is completely or how to work a computer. Which becomes confusing to other teachers, (especially Planaria) when he turns in Students grades and performances by paper. He understands Pod the least when Pod uses his inventions when doing sports.

Also he doesn't like Pod using his inventions during PE. Like "come on kid you don't need those silly gadgets!" & Pod is very persistent that he needs them.

[melminli]

I LOVEDDDDDDD your Thanos “bang bang bang” post and it made me very curious abt how they know eo and stuff and like I’d love to read more about it in general if you don’t mind. It’s so great and I love your writing <333 have a fun day / night 🫶🏻

BANG BANG BANG ll

summary - thanos was always just such an easy person to argue with. you really hated the guy and that was something that was never going to change, even if your life was on the line and it fucking was.

pairing: (thanos) choi su-bong x fem. reader

word count: 1.8k

contains: violence, angst, death, drug use and addiction, dark content - just usual squid game stuff really

a/n: ty so much! this turned out kinda freaky but that is because thanos is a freak so, i didn't really have a choice.

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There was an eerie silence among all the participants for the first few seconds after the first death happened. The realization of what this meant for everyone present slowly sank in, and you thought that maybe the crazy man with all his screaming, wasn't quite as crazy as you originally thought. The real madman was probably the person somewhere upstairs or - you didn't know exactly where, but you knew that they were watching you.

“Don't move!” His voice shouted again, but this time with a completely different force. It may be that this was the most logical conclusion one could draw from what had just happened, but some seemed to throw all logic out of the window as soon as the fear of death hit. It only took one person to panic to set off a domino effect and from one second to the next loud gunshots could be heard, following the fearful screams of one person after another. The participants were being slaughtered like frightened animals in a cage, what kind of sick game was really going on here?

You too began to tremble as you looked down at the floor, dissociating and trying to ignore your surroundings as best you could. You had to stop yourself from flinching when the person right next to you was killed, even as you felt his still warm blood covering your cheek, even as a small river of it started pooling around your foot. You were most likely going to leave a trace of him all over the ground as soon as you started walking again - whoever he was. It didn't take very long for everyone who had moved to be shot, maybe half a minute - and yet it must have been the worst half minute of your life so far.

“Don't you dare move,” Thanos said in a voice you weren't used to hearing from him. “I'm serious, don't make me mad.”

You just looked at his back from behind, with a tense posture while you tried to regain control of your breathing again. Finally, there was complete silence on the pitch again. Even if it wasn't an entirely welcome silence.

The voice from the loudspeakers began to speak again and you already knew that this would be a voice that would haunt you in your nightmares. “Let me repeat: You can move forward while the tagger shouts, Green light, red light. If your movement is detected afterward, you will be eliminated.”

Ah, so that's what you meant with eliminated. A bit literal but no biggie! The game continued, but no one really dared to move a muscle even when the puppet looked away. You then saw Thanos shift slightly out of the corner of your eye and noticed that he was pulling his cross necklace out of his t-shirt. Safe to say, that you could barely believe what you were seeing right before your very eyes. You've got to be kidding me, they took everything we had from us, but he was allowed to keep that old thing? “Are you seriously going to take that stuff now?” you whispered in disbelief but didn't really judge him for it. You were this close to just laughing out loud at the absurdity of the scene, but you didn't.

“You don't have to be jealous, sweetheart,” he replied with slightly shaky hands as he stopped his movement abruptly when the doll finished talking. He just stared longingly at the colorful pills in front of him. “I don't mind sharing with you, you know that.”

You sighed inwardly at the thing you were about to do. You had been clean for maybe about three years by now and quitting drugs of any kind overnight was fucking hard - definitely one of the hardest things you had to do in your life. On the other hand, your life was still as shitty as before, the only difference being that you were now consciously depressed and unhappy, so who cares? You could die every second anyway. “Thanks.” you just said after taking the pill out of his hand and threw the thing as quickly as possible in your mouth as soon as the doll looked away. Yeah, you were the biggest hypocrite on earth, old news.

It only took maybe a few seconds after that for you to feel the effects of the pill and then finally, all the stress started to dissipate. Your muscles relaxed, all the shouting about whatever felt like a soft pillow hugging you and the weird laying positions of the dead around you suddenly seemed incredibly funny. These were really strong pills, you could practically feel your whole body tingling. “Why are they all suddenly forming a line?” you asked with a grin and Thanos just hummed, not knowing the answer himself. “No idea, but watch this,” he said and waited until the puppet had turned towards you to push the person next to him, causing everyone in front of them to fall over too. “Ding! You lost,” he told them while wiggling his eyebrows and smirking after he watched them get shot.

You didn't even try to stifle your laughter at the scene. “You really are such an asshole.” you replied, shoving him aside this time after the doll averted its gaze. You then ran away as fast and as far away as you could so that he couldn't take revenge on you for what you had just done. However, you quickly stopped moving with both hands in the air as soon as the girlish voice emitted red light as if you were surrendering to her. You stifled your grin and pretty much failed when you noticed a slightly older woman standing relatively close to you. “Hey, are you trying to hide behind me to use me as a shield?” you spoke out without moving your mouth much and watched as she began to sweat more after you realized what she was doing. Still, she didn't pay you any further attention. “And now you're ignoring me too?” you spat out annoyed and grabbed her by the arm when you were free to move and pulled her in front of you against her will.

She tried to fight you off but you forced her further forward while she tried to defend herself. “You're older than me, aren't you ashamed of yourself?” You asked her and stopped walking before the robot's face turned towards you.

Number 57, who was still resisting your grip, stumbled a little to the side when you suddenly let go of her. She was about to howl in delight when she noticed how everyone else stood still. “No…” she mumbled out fearfully. “It's because of that bitch! I didn't -” she tried to defend herself to someone as she looked around the room, but her head caught the bullet before she could even finish her sentence.

“I may be a bitch, but at least I'm still alive.” you sang to her dead body on the floor before running past her. You didn't know how much time was left, but you had almost made it to the finish line anyway. You stopped with your back to the robot girl this time and it didn't take you long to spot the purple hair in the crowd. “Su-bong!” you shouted his name, since you had somehow gotten separated while running. You waited until he yelled back with a what?! “Last one there, gets fucked in the ass!” you yelled out without any shame or filter and saw his facial expression turn serious at the challenge. “Let's Go!”

The whole game went by relatively quickly once you took the pill from Thanos. It was actually quite fun, you thought to yourself as you both jumped around like two crazy people with grinning faces, waving your arms around wildly. I know it's not socially acceptable to say this, but I fucking love doing drugs! It was like everything around you was happening in slow motion and all the decisions you made felt foggy, like you didn't even realize what you were doing.

You loved being this person, it felt great to forget everything and just - not think. “I have won! No, really! You crossed the line two steps after me, I saw it!” you exclaimed before Thanos could object to a single thing. “Didn't anyone else see that?” you exclaimed in disbelief as if the others weren't busy staying alive while watching several others die right before their faces. You didn't care about the looks they gave you as you waved your hand. “No, they definitely saw it. I won.”

Thanos just gave in with a heavy sigh and a roll of his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I'm getting fucked in the ass which is gay, very funny.” he just mumbled to himself annoyed, and continued to avoid your gaze, but couldn't help grin again when you slapped him on the shoulder laughing. “Hey, why did we stop doing all this again?” he asked you when he couldn't remember the reason. All he knew was that he hadn't had this much fun in a long time, even though he knew that he always had a great time with you - no matter what.

You laughed. “Oh, that's because you promised me that we'd both get clean together, and then you spent the money I gave you for rehab on more drugs behind my back.“ you laughed along with him, even if Thanos frowned a little at the memory and you started to smile forcedly after remembering again how he had betrayed you. “Or what was it again? Was it something about that Youtuber you told me about…” you mumbled to yourself obliviously, feeling any sense of happiness begin to fade. You finally gave up, the details weren't that important anyway. “It doesn't really matter though, right? In any case, you used the money for something else, whatever it was. Even though you knew how hard I worked for it - hell, I didn't even eat most days to scrape it together, man.” you stated while you looked him in the face, even though he averted his gaze from you. “That's just fucked up dude.”

Exactly. You actually hated being this person. You might not remember it right now, but you would as soon as the effects of the pill wore off, which hopefully wasn't soon. You really hoped it wasn't soon, because you didn't want to be aware of anything that had happened today.

next.

[formylovetodaryldixon]

"Until i found you." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

You always felt lost, adrift, until you found him. Oddly enough, Daryl always felt the same way, until he found you. From the moment you two met until your life together in Alexandria—quite a story.

A/N: Just a short imagine. Hope you like it!

Daryl Dixon is a strong man, to fight, to survive, to protect. But in the past, Daryl was a reckless young man with nothing to lose, without big emotions, bottling everything up so as not to feel too much—Until he found his person, a purpose, a reason to want to see the sun rise one more day, until he found you. You were always a flight risk, scared to feel too much too, until one night, you flew away from that place called "home", landing in that seedy bar forgotten by God himself, the place where you met him.

Daryl was attractive, very attractive to a point where it must have been forbidden to look like that, with his broad shoulders, his long dark hair that made him look like a goddamn rock star, with his strong arms that his shirt showed off mercilessly. But young Daryl Dixon looked lost. Adrift. Without a sense of direction—just like you.

“I’m actually running away from daddy.” You answered his accusatory question, so calmly that it caused some astonishment in Daryl, although he didn’t show it. “Daddy was forcing me to marry the son of a mobster or something like that, a rich guy who would forgive daddy the debts he started to have after his gambling addiction started, so his little princess ran away from home taking with her his only chance to get out of that debt alive. However, I don't hate my daddy or have any kind of daddy issues, but I hope he gets what he deserves for trying to sell me like a fucking thing.” You smiled, mocking him, challenging him to say something witty after that revelation. “What do you think about that, Daryl? Pretty surprising, huh?”

“Shit… M'sorry. That sounds pretty fucked up.” He said breathlessly, looking at you with an almost sad expression. Then, Daryl fell into a heavy silence, but he could tell you were feisty, fighting to keep yourself alive, like a force of nature. “Well, if it helps, there’s a couch in ma apartment. S’old as fuck, but it does the job.”

The way you looked back at him was almost overwhelming, so deep as that color of your gaze, but you could say Daryl meant it. The color of his eyes, blue like a new kind of ocean, were beautiful and transparent, but dangerous with that warning that you could drown in them if you weren't careful.

But to his surprise, you agreed.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I really don’t have anywhere to go and you don’t look like a serial killer… well, maybe a little.” You chuckled, earning a scoff from him that made you laugh some more. “But I studied to be a vet, so if you try anything, I’ll just tell you that I know exactly where to cut you to make you bleed out. And I also have a hell of an aiming: I swear, if there is ever an apocalypse, this will save my life.”

Daryl blinked.

“Ya shittin’ me.”

You shook your head, hiding a smile.

“No, pretty boy, I’m not kidding.”

He scoffed, just to hide the slight nerves that being called that made him feel.

“Okay. Let’s go then.” Daryl stood up, taking a few bucks to pay for his drink and yours before you could do it yourself. “This is on me. Ya can pay the next one.”

Saying no more, he walked away first, leaving you alone and thinking what he meant by that. But when the girl in the bar gave you a silent look, like she was screaming at you while asking you if you were really going with him, you shrugged before grabbing your backpack and leaving the bar, too.

You two were like an unlikely duo, but maybe that's why you both looked good together. Even Merle, the asshole, said that when your one–day stay turned into a week, although to shut him up you told him the apartment needed some color so you didn't mind painting the walls red with his blood, with the gun you stole from your father. He loved you after that. And eventually, you got a job, helped pay the bills, and even cooked for everyone—forming a very strange family.

You and Daryl were quiet, always watching each other when the other wasn't looking, but it all felt like tiptoeing, on shaky ground, silently so as not to scare the bird. However, your “relationship” started with some drunken kisses, drinking Merle's alcohol to get the courage to take the first step. And you two continued like that for a while, without a title, moaning and grunting in each other's lips inside his room that was yours now.

Until one afternoon, a song popped in the radio.

Oh, I used to say, I will never fall in love again, until I found her. I said I would never fall, unless it’s you I fall into…

And like that click that two pieces made when they fit together perfectly, your feelings made more sense then, as if the panorama was clear, as if life had decided to unite all those words that didn't make any sense separately, but together, they explained everything, about you, about Daryl, about the fear of falling in love, until life, God, or whoever you believed in, left in front of you that someone you desperately needed, who, despite his own pain, showed you that people deserved to be loved completely or not at all.

There was no middle ground, because love didn't work halfway.

And you found a shelter in his arms, a real home with him: especially after a new world arose when the dead began to rise too.

Now, you are 6 months pregnant, with a bladder that is used as a soccer ball, and a baby (that was being cooked in your belly as Daryl used to say) who woke you up at odd hours demanding something to eat: so you have to listen.

When the moon takes its place at the top of the diamond sky and while the wind brings the last airs of the cold winter, the candle in the center of the dining room table keeps you company, and it's as if the silence mixes with the chorus of thoughts traveling at a thousand miles an hour inside you, along with the images your mind tries to make when you think about what the baby will be like when she or he is finally born. And it's terrifying to think about that again, but there's also a liberating emotion that allows you to stand firm on the ground, tall and strong despite your fears, with a fighting spirit that holds you up like gravity to the earth.

But between the shadows of the house that the candlelight tries to fight, you can see Daryl coming down the stairs, wearing those loose grey sleep pants even when he kept saying he looked stupid in them, shirtless, with those broad shoulders and the tattoo on his chest. It is a hot picture, kind of dirty because he is hot, older but too hot still, maybe that's why you let him get you pregnant.

However, when Daryl reaches the dining room as you finish the second brownie, you can see clearly his brow furrowed even though some of his long hair covers part of his forehead.

“Sup?” You joke, with a small nod.

“Sup? Really?” His voice is always low, deep, but in the middle of the night, it grows even deeper. “The fuck are ya doin’ here alone?”

“I’m eating, isn’t that obvious?” Using your head, you point towards the new brownie in your hand, trying to contain your laughter at his constant overprotectiveness. You loved that, but sometimes he treated you like you were suddenly made of porcelain. “And you?”

Daryl scoffs.

“Me? Jus’ woke up and saw that ma very pregnant wife ain’t where she should be.”

You chuckle.

“Daryl, I’m pregnant, but I still can use my legs to come down and eat in the middle of the night when the baby demands. If you have any complaints with she or he, please put them in writing, but I can tell you that there is a waiting list of approximately 3 months.”

He tries, he tries really hard no to laugh at the silly joke, but in the end, Daryl chuckles as he pulls the chair to seat on the corner of the table.

“I see ya’re feeling better, sweetheart, considerin’ how grumpy ya were this afternoon. But if ya get hungry when ya’re in bed, ya can jus’ tell me, y’know? I can bring ya up whatever ya need. And where ya got those damn brownies from?”

“Carol made them. Even when you told her to stop feeding me so much sugar.” You take a bite before answering, earning another scoff from him. “You look very domestic with those pants; you know?”

Daryl lets out a small grunt of frustration.

“I look stupid, but this is more comfortable than sleepin’ with jeans.”

You nod, thoughtful.

“You can always sleep in boxers.”

Hearing your words, Daryl chuckles.

“Ya are pregnant and yet ya’re tryin’ to get into ma boxers.”

You chuckle, too.

“I was just making a comparison!”

“Oh, yeah?” The corner of his lip curves into a smirk. “Then ya got to know I don' sleep in ma boxers anymore so ya don’ try to ravish ma body in the middle of the night. Yer poor husband jus’ wants to sleep while ya try to make him uncomfortable when ya pressed yer body against mine all night.”

Half surprise, you laugh.

“I get cold at night, you asshole! That's what I get for having to carry your baby.”

Daryl chuckles, placing his elbow in the table to hold his chin in his hand, closing his eyes as he tries to fight off sleep.

“Jus’ finish feedin’ the baby so we can go back to bed.”

You take another bite before talking again.

“You don’t have to stay.”

“I’m stayin’.” He says, barely a second after you finish speaking.

You shrug even though he's not looking, eating another brownie that probably won't let you sleep, but the baby kicking your organs won't either, so. And for a moment, lost in your own thoughts, you miss the way Daryl opens his eyes after a while, taking in all of you.

You're wearing a loose white t-shirt, but somehow, that piece of clothing, which doesn’t show your figure at all, makes you look younger, like the person he met in the bar that night—your hair is tied in a half ponytail, the rest of it falling over your shoulders and back. But Daryl loves that until that day, you stand out in that world too, and it’s like seeing a brilliant sapphire among a pile of discolored rocks. And for a moment, an overwhelming nervousness takes over Daryl when you lock eyes with him, feeling that young man you met years ago.

“What?” You chuckle.

“Ya’re beautiful.”

He just says it like that, and you smile a little bit, trying to hide your shyness.

“Thank you, love.” You say softy. His voice is deep but is soft, honest, like the beginning of your story, and with your plate empty, you wipe any crumbs from your mouth before standing up. "Come on. Let's get you back to bed."

There, when you both reach your bed, you stroke his hair, his hand on your belly. Daryl stays in that position almost all night, eyes closed to focus only in the sensations, remembering the first night when he fell asleep with his head on your chest, with your hand caressing his scalp, a gentle massage with your soft fingers. And now, he can still feel that and the baby's movement.

Yeah, you were a flight risk, until you found him.

[luvyeni]

hey i saw your request status is as open, and I really like your writing so I was hoping you could fufill my request.. so, you are aware of the soggy biscuit/cookie game right? I was thinking about one OT8 one shot where either Han or the reader takes the place of the biscuit and the loser has to have a steamy make out session with them to "share the cum". thank you

LOSER HAS TO SHARE; OT8 STRAYKIDS

pairings. bestfriend!ot8 x fem!reader

wc. 1.9k

warnings. filth idk even know what to tag, cumeating, jerking off, making out, guys watching each other jerk off, reader is fucking bold and lowkey has some sexual tension with lee know , chan and hyunjin.

no anon i didn't know what it was , so i looked it up and... i have written some unhinged ass shit but this def takes the cake , i fucking love this😭...

one conversation leads to something bigger with all your friends.

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"making out with other dudes cum in your mouth is not hot." you heard seungmin say as you walked into the livingroom of the dorm. "what did i just walk into?" they all turned to you. "nothing , just random stuff , guys wrap it up." chan said. "you guys talking about making out with cum in your mouths on the daily?" your eyebrows quirked up , the older boys face flushed in embarrassment.

"＿ , listen to this." han started. "you know the soggy cookie game right?" you hummed , you weren't dumb. "yeah , when you jerk off on a cookie and the loser eats it." han nodded. "so me and felix were talking what if it was a person instead of a cookie , and the last person has to make out with the person." your silence was justified. "guys you might make her uncomfortable." hyunjin said , his face red.

"wait no , that's kinda hot." you said , all their eyes went wide. "see ! she gets it." felix said. "you'd let a bunch of guys cum into your mouth , and then make out with one of them?" lee knows eyebrow quirked up. "well not a random group a guys , that's a std waiting to happen , but if the opportunity came up with a group of guys i know , sure."

"would you let us do it?" jeongin said , your eyes widen at the sudden question. "jeongin." chan tried to get the boy to stop. "wait hyung i want to hear her answer." changbin said. "would you let us use your mouth as the cookie , and make out with the loser?" he smirked , waiting for your answer. "why are you asking , would you purposely loose , just to make out with me." you teased.

"answer the question." lee know said , you could definitely tell the atmosphere had shifted , the way they all looked at you , you felt like you were on display. you thought about it for a second , shrugging. "sure , if the opportunity came up i would." you said.

"y..you don't have to answer these questions ＿." chans face was red , it made you want to tease him even more. "why channie? does making out with your members cum in my mouth turn you on?" he sunk down farther into the chair. "it does!" you laughed.

"prove it then." lee know said , everyone turned to him now. "get on your knees and lets us do it." he challenged , the atmosphere now entering a very dangerous territory. "fine." you challenged right back. "you don't have to." hyunjin said , face the same color as chans.

"no let's do it , i promise it's fine."

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was it the best idea to let them do this , probably not , but that didn't stop you from getting on your knees , after telling them all to strip, which some of them waisting no time in doing , some slowly coming around, but hyunjin and chan were more standoffish , even though they'd been hard , since you were brought into the conversation. "are you two not participating , i won't force you to , but you can join whenever you want." you reassured.

"take your top off , give us something to look at." jeongin said , palming his cock over his underwear. "okay." you reached for the hem of your shirt , pulling it over your head , taking your bra off , letting your tits bounce freely. "o..oh fuck that was hot." han bit his lip , trying to conceal his moan.

"i knew you'd be noisy." you said smirking at the boy , who was the first one to take his cock fully out of his pants , stroking it while he drooled over your boobs. "felix , i told you her boobs were perfect." you turned to boy , who's face was red , as he bucked up into his hand. "you guys talk about my boobs on a regular?" you toyed with your nipples , putting on a little show , for the blonde haired boy.

"h..how can we not when you're always flaunting them." seungmins stroked his hard on , his eyes dark. "i thought making out with other dudes cum in your mouth was gross." you teased. "yeah that's why im gonna be the first one to cum inside your mouth." fuck that turned you , you squeezed your thighs together.

"of course that turns you on." lee know spoke up. "sluts like you always get turned on when being talked to like that." he fisted his cock in his hand. "take your skirt off." changbin spoke up , he was one of the ones who was slowly getting into it , rubbing his cock through his gym shorts.

their eyes followed you as you stood up , unzipping the skirt , pulling it down , throwing it somewhere revealing your black underwear, smirking when you seen jeongin out the corner of your eye, finally taking his cock out , stroking it , that was five out of eight of them of them , you then reached for your underwear , slowly pulling them down your leg.

"fuck." changbin lowly groaned , fishing his cock out his shorts , fucking his fist. "sit on the couch , spreading your legs." seungmin said his pace speeding up , you complied, your wet cunt on display for all eight of them. "o..oh fuck , look how wet she is." jeongin groaned.

you made eye with chan , who was now palming his cock after probably mentally fighting with himself , smiling at the man , his face flushed once he realized you saw him.

"o..oh fuck im gonna cum." han stood up , making his way over to your naked self. "minnie seems like he beat you to it." you mocked the boy , who looked like he wasn't that far along either since he had been doing it the longest. "fuck , open your mouth." he put his tip flat against your tongue , tugging at his cock for a few times , before cum shot from his red tip , onto your waiting tongue. "oh shit." he breathed , "your tongue feels good." he pulled his pants back up sitting back down.

"finally , someone filled that bratty mouth." lee know said , making you rolled your eyes. "fuck , come here im about to fill it up some more." you walked over to him , sinking down to your knees , right in front of his cock , he grabbed your jaw , forcing it open. "had we been alone , i would've fucked your throat raw for talking like that." he growled , "shit." he slid his tip into your mouth, cum flooding your mouth.

next was seungmin , who didn't even let you get up before he was grabbing your arm , pulling you over to his side , his cock leaking with pre-cum as he roughly fucked his fist , tapping his tip against your lips your mouth opening , the sight of the others cum in your mouth sitting in your mouth setting him off, "oh fuck." he pushed his tip into your mouth , cumming , some of it getting on your lips. "shit." his head was thrown back as he came down from his high.

you sat back on the couch , just as jeongin felt his orgasm approaching , running his thumb along the tip of his cock , "shit im gonna cum." he was sitting next to you , so all he had to do was stand up , he was a messy when he came , his cum spurting not only in your mouth , but some on your cheek. 'm'sorry." you shook your head , taking your finger , wiping it off your cheek , putting your finger into your mouth.

the lewd action must've set changbins orgasm off , because he was making his way over to you , stroking his cock. "mouth so full you can barely open it." he groaned , pushing the tip of his cock past your lips , he let out a string of curse words as his cum filled up your mouth , your already puffed cheeks puffing up more.

"oh my god , fuck!" felix's accent was strong as he felt the build up in his stomach , he lasted longer than he thought he would , he wouldn't mind making out with you in this condition , it was hot to him , but he couldn't help but stroke his cock at your body , your perky boobs , drool and little bits of cum fall on to them , your eyes glazed over , your went cunt on display. you looked a mess. "fuck im cumming." he was sitting on the side of you, standing up , stroking his cock faster as the knot in his stomach snapped , your mouth welcoming his cum. "fuck so messy." he wiped the drool from your lips.

it was between chan and hyunjin , chan had been slowly stroking his cock , finally giving in , his face was red as a tomato , the whole interaction was something straight out of a porno or a really good wet dream , the way you sat naked , waiting for the next guy to fill your mouth with their cum , his lip was tucked in between his teeth , he could feel you watching him and it made his cock 10x times harder.

hyunjin watched for a long time , fighting with himself internally, even though it had been way past the line , he still felt like it was wrong , but he slowly started to lose composure as you began to lose clothes , and he members began to cum , first palming his hard on over his jeans , finally pulling them down , fishing his cock out , allowing himself the release.

both of them were teetering on the edge of their orgasms , you were watching them with low eyes , your mind was fuzzy from the entire situation , you felt like you were about to cum untouched. "you've been rubbing your legs together since we started , poor baby must be so stressed." hyunjin got a boost of confidence , and it turned you on. "touch yourself a little."

seungmin held your legs open , you let your hand travel to your clit , rubbing figure eights on your clit , you moan , trying not to swallow anything. "look at the slut struggling to keep it all in." lee know said.

"sh..shit , shit im gonna cum." chan finally let himself go , you crawled over to him , looking at him through your lashes, slowly opening your mouth. his eyes rolled to the back of his head , his tip pushed into your mouth as he came with a low whine , "fu.fuck , fuck are you okay?" he caressed your cheek , you smiled nodding , he thought you looked cute regardless of the situation.

"hyunjin is the last one , he's the loser." han spoke up , the guys were watching the entire time , trying and failing not to get hard again. "how about you finish him off." felix said , you crawled over the him , looking up at him for permission to touch him. "shit, please touch me." he whined. "go on touch him before he explodes." lee know said , you grab the base of his cock , he groaned as , his head knocking back as you stroked him.

"put your mouth on him." jeongin said , your lips wrapped around his tip. "now suck like a good cumholder." you complied and that was all he needed , so pent up he came instantly, finally filling your mouth up. "shit."

"i need to record this." han pulled out his phone out , pressing record as you stood up sitting in his lap, grabbing his jaw , looking at him for any signs of not wanting to do it. "please kiss me." you pressed your lips against his , pushing your tongue and the cum of his bestfriends, into his mouth, you could here the curse words from everyone in room, it was lewd , even seungmin had to admit it was hot.

it was messy , both of your faces where covered in cum and spit , as you pulled away, you smiled when he chased your lips. "fuck." he breathed. "jesus i can't believe that just happened." changbin was the first one to come to terms with what just happened , you finally could be speak.

"fuck , it was just as hot as i thought it would be."

©️LUVYENI

[agere-fics]

Pretty Kitty

pairing: cg!logan howlett x little!reader

word count: 683

content warnings: cursing, usage of "daddy" and "dada", mean guy judging both you and wolvie

summary: you paint logan's nails!

@sleepyboy-stuff you seemed interested in this so i tagged you!

♡

For years in the making, an after battle nap became routine. He couldn't just nap anywhere, though. It had to be on brown, leather couch in the x-mansion living space. The couch was old, worn, tattered, even blown up a few times. But damn if it didn't lead to the best sleep Logan's had in ages.

He wouldn't consider himself a light sleeper but something definitely triggered his consciousness. Shuffling, movement, soft mumbles. Someone was here.

He groaned and squinted his eyes open, tensing at the blurry figure next to him. He shifted away from it quickly. Who would even dare to- oh.

"Don't move, daddy, you'll mess up my artwork!" you whined.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Logan wasn't under attack. It was simply his sweet little bub kneeling beside the couch, holding his hand and painting red onto the nail of his pinky finger.

"Hey, bub." he muttered.

You turned to look at him with bright, sparkling eyes. You were so happy to see him. "Have a good nap, daddy?"

"You know it." he rumbled.

Your eyes shifted back to your task at hand. You brushed a bit more red onto his pinky finger, trying very hard not to get polish on his skin. Daddy wouldn't care but you knew you would care. It's got to be perfect for daddy!

"Whatcha doing?" he asked.

"Making daddy a pretty kitty." You picked up his limp hand and showed him your work so far. Logan didn't mind the nickname. He liked anything you gifted him.

However, he did quirk his brow at a certain implication. "Wait a minute, I thought you said I was already pretty?" A sliver of a smile poked through his serious facade. He can't actually be serious with you, you're way too cute for him to be all grumpy, wumpy. You've got him tied around your finger and he's a-okay with that.

"Wait but you are, daddy! You are! I'm just uhhhhh...." You looked around the room, aimlessly searching for an answer. "OH, I'm making you even prettier! The mostest prettier ever!"

The sliver of a smile turned into a full grin. He sat up and observed his now painted hand. "What colors did you use?" He wouldn't be your daddy if he didn't test your knowledge just a little bit.

"I used some red and pink and blue, oh and orange, and only a little yellow cause it's basically empty, see?" You turned the bottle upside down and shook it before tossing it to the side. "Do you like your nails, daddy?"

Logan lifted his hand, moving it this way and that. Up, down, left, right, sideways, up ways, down ways, more ways. You patiently waited for his approval with wide eyes. "Of course, I do, pumpkin. It's perfect."

You pulled him closer by his shirt, jutted your lip, lowered your brows, and squinted your eyes. With your other hand you pointed at him very sternly. It took everything in Logan to not coo at your cutely angry expression. Your face was scrunched, just like your daddy does sometimes. "Never take it off, daddy."

"Don't worry," he giggled. "I won't."

"What's happening here?" came a voice.

Mr. Butern... the professor of mutation genetics. When did he get here? "Turning into a pretty little princess, huh, Logan?" he scoffed and began to walk away.

Logan moved quickly and shoved the professor against the wall. His claws came out to play, pricking at the meanie's neck.

"Say another word and I will slice your fucking head off-"

"Daddy, that's a bad word!" you scolded.

Your daddy turned to face you. "Apologies, pumpkin." He turned back round. "Now, you tell my little one how good of a job they did."

The other guy stuttered, shaking so bad he must be a milkshake inside. "You d-did a good j-job."

Daddy dragged him to the tattered couch and shoved him down. "Sit your ass down."

Daddy's face immediately went from angry to mushy mush as he looked at you. "Bub, I think you should give him a makeover, too."

"Right on it, Dada!"

♡

[icantthink-ofagoodname]

Crawling

Jason Todd x reader smut

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You were a brat and you knew it too. Always teasing your boyfriend, whispering dirty things in his ear in public, dressing provocatively and little things to get him riled up like showing your red bra strap.

His color.

But one day you took things too far.

“You aren’t seriously wearing that out are you?” Jason asked when he saw your outfit, a tight black tank top and a mini skirt that barely covered your ass.

“Hm?” You looked down at your body. “I don’t see anything wrong with it.”

Jason cocked his head at you.

“You know what, wear what you want, I know how to fight.” He said before grabbing your wrist and leading you out the door.

After a short bike drive y’all arrived at the bar where you intended to shoot some pool, see you had planned this outfit and date accordingly.

Once inside you walked straight to the pool table while Jason went to order a drink.

“Hey there,” You heard from behind you, turning around you saw some guy you’ve never seen before.

“Hi,” You greeted back, grabbing a pool stick from the rack 

“You alone tonight?” Asked the guy

“She’s not” Jason stood right behind you 

The guy backed up a bit at the sight of this six two, two twenty five pound man of pure muscle standing behind you with a cold look on his face.

“Sorry man” He fully backed off.

“Hey babe!” You turned to smile at him.

Jason smiled back and went to grab a pool stick as well.

When you leaned down to shoot, you felt Jason move to stand behind you.

Really closely.

You smirked a bit, adjusted your arm and wiggled your hips against him then you shot. As the balls clacked against each other you straightened your body out, purposely pressing up against Jason.

Out of your prefreals you saw his gaze darken.

Perfect.

You moved to the side so Jason could shoot but before you moved too far he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer.

For the rest of the night Jason had you very close to his side, he let off an intimidating aura making every guy who wanted to approach you back away in fear.

Except for one guy.

“Hey,” A guy walked up to you “Wanna ditch this guy?”

“Fuck off.” Jason stepped in front of you, shielding you from the man.

“Why don’t you let her speak for herself?” The man smirked and reached around to grab your wrist.

Jason wasted no time decking the man in the face, making him break his grip and stumble back.

He touched his face and saw blood on his fingers.

“You little shit!” The man lunged at Jason who sidestepped him and kicked him in the ribs.

“We should leave” You quickly grabbed Jasons arm and led him out of the bar.

The ride home was intense silence as Jason sped the whole way home, gripping him tightly you were both scared and excited for what would happen when y'all got home.

You were dragged into the bedroom and thrown onto the bed, you watched as Jason took his shirt off and pinned you to the bed.

“You think I didn't know your little plan” He roughly kissed you “You're a little slut aren't you?” He lifted your tank top and started nibbling your neck.

You moaned as he went straight to your sweet spot and slowly moved down your body before unhooking your bra.

After flinging it across the room Jason latched on to one of your tits while he used the other hand to massage the other one

“Jay please” You moaned, not entirely sure what you were begging for. 

Jason switched, sucking on the other tit making you hum.

Pulling off with a pop Jason trailed his tongue down your body, using his hands to pull down your panties leaving the skirt on. He went down, pushed your legs apart and licked a stripe from your hole to your clit, you shiver at this and try to buck your hips up but he pushes them down, pinning you in place.

Jason wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, making you gasp and arch your back, you felt him smile as he went further down and shoved his tongue deep into your cunt, curling it to hit your g-spot.

You squeezed your thighs around Jasons head but he just took that as a sign to keep going. He licked small circles on your clit that made you see stars. Gripping the sheets you practically scream Jasons name, this will definitely change the way your neighbors look at you forever.

“Jason!” You said his name as you came.

Jason continued to lap up and down your pussy, absolutely savoring your taste. You whimper a bit at the overstimulation.

Crawling up to get face to face with you Jason kissed you, it was all tongue and teeth and you could taste yourself on his lips. Releasing your grip on the sheets Jason pulls away and flips you onto your stomach and pulls your hips up in the air.

Kneading your ass before giving it a light smack Jason unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, rubbing it against your wet folds before pushing in making you gasp.

Jason wasted no time brutally fucking into you with long and hard strokes, each one drew moans out of you but you were still overstimulated so you grabbed at the sheets and tried to crawl away.

Smirking at this Jason grabbed your hips with enough force to bruise and pulled you closer to him.

“Where do you think you’re going princess?” He leaned down to nibble at your ear making you whine. “Don’t think you can cause a scene like that and not get punished.” 

You didn’t think it was possible for him to go harder but he did, and as Jason rammed in and out of you, you strangled out a cry as you felt hot tears form in your eyes.

“Poor baby, all dumbed out on my cock?.” Jason cooed “Who owns this sweet little cunt?” 

You struggled to speak.

“C’mon now, answer me. Who owns this cunt?” 

“Y-you do!” You yelled out, feeling the knot in your stomach twist.

“Good girl” Moving one of his hands to your lower stomach he pressed down.

You moaned his name as you came, Seeing white spots in your vision from the force of your orgasm. Jason sped up, fucking you thought it while chasing his own. A few deep thrusts later he came deep in your cunt.

When Jason pulled out you could feel the mix of fluids drip out of you, whimpering at the feeling.

“Shh, it’s okay” Jason comforted as he gently flipped you over, looking you in the eye as he trailed his fingers gently down your body ghosting over your cunt before using two fingers to push the cum back inside you.

“Ngh, Jason” You moaned at the feeling.

“I’ll be right back” Said Jason as he stood and walked to the adjacent bathroom, you could hear water running as he wet a washcloth.

He tried his best to clean you up without more overstimulation but you were so sensitive when the washcloth touched your aching hole you gasped and bit your lip.

“Sorry” He apologized as he wiped away the cum spilling out of you.

After he was done cleaning you up he left for the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and a pack of fruit snacks.

“Here.” He gave them to you “Drink the whole bottle” 

You drank about a quarter of it in your first gulp before setting it down to work on the fruit snacks.

“After you finish that you wanna shower?” Jason asked.

You grabbed the water bottle again and nodded before taking another big sip.

The shower was soft and sweet with Jason washing your hair for you and leaving small kisses on your neck and shoulders making you smile.

After the shower you grabbed one of Jasons shirts and put it on before crashing into bed with him.

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Did this suck? Be honest

[makeyoumine69]

My Dear Little Girl

PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: The Christmas gift you never imagined.

CONTAINS: Smut, fluff, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie, oral sex (f), tongue fucking, nipple play/sucking, body worship, praise kink, manhandling, dirty talk, pet names, marking, biting, established relationships, Service!Dom!Patrick Bateman himself.

WORDS: 3.3k

SONG REC: The Neighbourhood - Softcore

A/N: Merry Christmas guys, I'm so happy to have you all! 💞

LINKS: [MASTERLIST]

There has always been something magical about Christmas, the holiday atmosphere, the sweet smell of tangerines and the clinking of champagne glasses. Yes, all of this became a standard set of things that people thought of when it came to Christmas. And you were probably one of those who believed in miracles that could happen during this magical time. At least you tried to believe it, but when Bateman told you that he had to go to his company Christmas party tonight, that actually brought you back down to Earth, because sometimes our expectations simply didn't match up with reality. And that was absolutely fine — those were the exact words you told Patrick when he called you a few hours ago, before he actually went to that party. 

Everything was fine.

You repeated this over and over again as you walked around your apartment in Manhattan, which was not as spacious as Bateman's, but you really loved it, especially now, with the beautiful Christmas tree that shone brightly with different illuminations when you turned off the lights. Since you knew Patrick wasn't coming, there was no point in waiting to open the bottle of the finest red wine he'd given you especially for this Christmas Eve. Sighing, you poured yourself a big glass of the red liquid, took some sweets and went back to your living room, where you stood at the wide window and looked at the breathtaking scenery of New York City in winter — this year it was quite snowy, which could not make you happy, even though you were going to spend this evening alone.

As the fireworks began to paint the midnight sky in ornaments of different shapes and colors, you couldn't take your eyes off this sight, as you were absolutely mesmerized. At first, you didn't even hear the doorbell ring, and only when it rang for the tenth time in a row did you realize that someone was at your front door, which actually scared you a bit because it was already quite late.

Your steady footsteps echoed off the walls of your hallway as you finally reached the door and looked through the peephole - the person you saw almost made you drop your glass to the floor. Damn, you should have left it in the living room.

Before you slowly opened the door, you coughed several times to clear your throat, and you also quickly fixed your hair — although your whole appearance could hardly be called fancy or party-like, as you wore your casual top and shorts set — the moment you and Bateman saw each other, you both remained silent, as if you were seeing each other for the first time.

"Well, hello (y/n)," he was the first to speak, with his absolutely haughty smile that always left you no choice but to be embarrassed. "I thought you were out walking somewhere."

"At this time?"

Patrick grinned even wider before glancing to the right, where a small commotion could be heard. "Some people here are already celebrating, you know."

Rolling your eyes, you stepped aside to let him enter. "What happened to the Christmas party?"

Your question made the man chuckle as he brushed some snow from his shoulders before taking off his beautiful dark blue coat. "Actually — nothing."

"Nothing?"

"That's exactly what I said." Patrick crooned and came closer to you, pressing his cold palm against your cheek, making you squirm and almost spilling wine on your shirt. "Uhh, you have such warm cheeks, honey."

"Okay, I'll ask it another way," you managed to regain your composure, even though Bateman seemed to be doing his best to make you lose your cool. "Why are you here?"

Pulling his hand away from your face, Bateman narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms after checking the time on his Rolex. "Were you expecting someone else?" 

And now his voice sounded as grumpy as if he was seriously asking that question, but instead of defending yourself, you just chuckled and took a sip of your drink.

"Oh yes, I was expecting a handsome man so we could drink this wonderful wine and... talk about music, the meaning of life and whether or not true love exists." You chirped quickly before taking his hand and dragging him into your living room before this conversation could lose its jokey undertone.

"That was," Bateman stammered when he finally realized what drink you were holding. "That was very smart. Have you ever thought of applying to a Broadway theater? I think they would love to offer you a job." His statement made you stop and turn to give him a deadly stare. "What? If you don't like theater, you can always try your luck in the circus."

"Patrick!" You scolded, fighting the urge to throw your drink right in his cheeky face. "You were the one who told me I would be alone today! And you didn't even suggest that I go with you!"

Having said that, you continued on your way to the living room, but without holding Patrick's hand as you left the man behind, though his expression was still as bright as the New York sky inscribed with fireworks. "Wait a minute, honey," Bateman muttered, following you. "You made it pretty clear that you don't want to go to parties like that, didn't you?"

"No, I didn't," you lied, bursting into a soft laugh, swirling the glass in your hand. "Oh, this wine tastes amazing, by the way. Would you like to try some?"

The sudden change of subject just made him smile cheekily, and before he could answer, Bateman tucked his hands into the pockets of his Amrani pants and leaned against the door to your living room. "I know this wine is good, that's why I gave it to you, sweetheart," his brilliant, full-toothed smile made your heartbeat faster and for a moment you even forgot what you were doing. "But yes, I would definitely have a drink."

"Whatever you say, Mr. Grinch." You mumbled playfully and went to the kitchen.

Fireworks began to explode just as you opened the shelf to grab a glass for him, thanking God you managed to hold it in your hand. The loud sound coming from the outside drowned out the approaching footsteps behind you, so when a pair of strong, big arms wrapped around your waist, you didn't even have time to get scared, you just gasped and fell right into Patrick's tight embrace.

"I got you," he whispered in your ear, sucking on your lobe tenderly, but with an undisguised desire for something more intimate. "You little liar." Bateman pulled you closer with a possessive grip as his hand carefully found its way to yours to take the glass and place it on the smooth surface of the kitchen counter. "We don't want any trouble, do we?"

Panting, you turned halfway to look up into his brown, mesmerizing eyes. "Patrick," you let him nuzzle your cheek, his perfect nose brushing against yours, and then Bateman kissed you softly on your plump lips. "Mmhm, I'm so glad you came, I've missed you and —"

"Shhh," he silenced you with his thumb, his glowing gaze never leaving your beautiful face. "I know, darling," another sensual kiss was planted on your neck this time, eliciting a muffled moan from your half-open mouth. "You don't have to say anything else, just relax..." Patrick nipped at your throat more eagerly, leaving marks here and there, while his hands drew invisible ornaments all along your inviting little form. "...and let me take care of you."

Dear Lord, it was impossible to think clearly, not when he was talking to you like that and his hot lips were caressing that exact spot behind your ear, driving you absolutely crazy and you didn't even notice the way your hips were grinding against his hard groin, spurring him on to go even further. Groaning softly into your ear, Bateman couldn't wait any longer, his pants getting too tight with every brush of your ass against his throbbing length. 

"Fuck, babe, you're so gorgeous," he purred in a low voice, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your shoulder, then moving lower to your shoulder blade, pulling up your top to taste your skin. "Do you know what I was thinking about during the party?" Bateman asked suddenly, tugging at the lace of your shorts, tantalizing you with his intentions. 

"N-no, tell me," you closed your eyes from the intoxicating pleasure of his thin fingers darting across your belly, but when they finally reached your heated core, you couldn't keep a loud whimper from breaking out of your dry lips. "Please, a-ahhh, tell me everything."

"Uh, look at you," he quickly licked the back of your neck before grabbing a handful of your soaked pussy. "Such a curious little kitty," Patrick huffed, suddenly pulling down your shorts with your wet panties, leaving you no chance to even react, not to mention struggling. "I was thinking about you," Bateman carefully lifted one of your legs to rest it on the kitchen counter, then crouched down behind you, leaving a sloppy kiss on your lower back. "About fucking you senseless, to be exact."

"Oh my God," you mewled, clinging to the surface of the counter as you felt his hot breath between your legs. "I was... I was thinking about that too."

Smirking to himself, Bateman gave your ass a few firm squeezes before finally touching you where you wanted him most, his warm tongue feeling so fucking amazing on your swollen clit. "Oh, that's interesting," he cooed to you, enjoying the way your body reacted to his every move, it was always amusing and turned him on, the knowledge of having such power over you was enough to make him rock hard. "Looks like you're just pretending to be shy. Now spread these beautiful legs wider for me," as you did so he used both hands to massage your buttocks before sliding his digits along your tight lower lips to get better access to your wet entrance. "Good girl, so fucking good for me."

With that, he plunged his tongue into your tight hole, trapping you in place as you jerked in his grasp from the intense sensation in your lower abdomen, but that was only the beginning as the next moment, Bateman returned his assault on your little bud, rubbing it in intense circular motions.

"A-awwww, Patrick," your sweet voice was music to his ears, especially when he made you do those high-pitched wails, each time his tongue sank deeper into your soft, inner channel. "Please...that feels so..."

"Good?" he chuckled before peppering your dripping slit with little kisses. "Jesus, you're so yummy, mmmh," Patrick lapped at your pussy like a starved man, gripping your ass tightly to remind you who was in charge here. "I'd like to stay between these legs forever if I could." 

By the time he was done eating you out, you could barely breathe as you balanced on the edge of falling into the oblivion of pure ecstasy, his chiseled face covered in your sweet flavor, which he immediately cleaned up with his tongue.

"Patrick, it felt so damn amazing..." you whimpered and turned around to see him undoing his expensive suit, his red tie already loosened, making him look even sexier, if it was possible to be hotter than he was. "Please."

With a sassy grin, Bateman unbuttoned his blue shirt, revealing an absolutely mouth-watering view of his sculpted chest and perfect abs. "Please what, honey?" He cupped your face before pulling you into a ravenous kiss, his tongue swirling shamelessly around yours, making you moan at how heavenly he kissed you. "Use your words, make me proud of how bold you are."

A brisk unzipping sound hit you like a whip, giving you a strange feeling of liberation and excitement. "I want you, all of you. Whatever you will give me, I'll take gladly."

You could see his nostrils flaring with each word, as if you were a moth to a flame. Biting his lower lip, the man came closer just to pick you up as if you weighed nothing, and he walked into your bedroom, where the beautiful garlands on the window shone with all the colors of the rainbow, making the whole atmosphere truly magical, especially with the lights off.

Bateman didn't like it at first, but when he saw your childishly happy face, he gently placed you on the bed, towering over you like a mountain. "Lovely here."

"You like it?" Your question forced him to frown in irritation, but he just pecked your temple and shamelessly removed your top, leaving you completely bare before his hungry eyes. "I spent a lot of time decorating it."

Smiling ironically, Patrick placed a reassuring kiss on your temple before he removed the last of his clothes and you finally felt his soft skin against yours, you couldn't help but hook your hands and legs around him like a vine. "I like it." Of course, he didn't, you knew that, but it didn't matter because now you two belonged to each other, both physically and mentally. "C'mere, babygirl," Bateman suddenly sat down on the bed and invited you to get on top of him. "Today we're going to try something new. Do you trust me?"

Breathing heavily, you nodded, and the next thing you knew his thick cock was sliding along your wet folds as he held you tightly by your waist, manhandling you with such ease as if you were a feather. With a longing growl, the man pressed you closer to his strong body so he could graze your collarbone and play with your engorged nipples as he literally buried his face between your breasts, squeezing them with both hands.

"Mhhm, Patty!" You moaned as he sucked on two of your little peaks at once, his leaky tip already prodding at your dripping opening as Patrick decided to test the patience of both of you. "Please, oh-please, fuck me, please, fuck...fuck me!" 

Bateman snickered against your neck, sending little tickles that made you smile, and he couldn't stop himself from squeezing your cheeks as you looked so fucking cute and sinful right now. "Uh, I'll give you more than that."

After that, he carefully grabbed you by the back of your neck and slowly lowered you down onto his beefy dick, the second your bodies finally connected, you both let out loud moans and held each other tighter as if your lives depended on it.

"Mmhm-fuck," the man had to close his eyes from the way your pussy was clinging to his huge cock, encompassing it so tightly that you both saw stars as Patrick supported your bobbing movements, holding your hips in his big palms and rocking his own towards yours. "You feel...f-fucking amazing!"

"I love you, I love you, Patty!" you cried out desperately, looping your hands around his neck to pull him closer as your bodies intertwined like snakes, each move bringing so much pleasure as he could fuck you so deeply and lustfully in this position. "Please, c-cum inside me!"

Your words made his eyes open wide and then you heard a low, guttural growl as Bateman suddenly pushed you down, forcing you to lie on your back and lift your legs to press them against his broad chest as he began to pound harder, rolling his hips to stimulate your G-spot.

"Is that what my dear girl wants, huh?" The man asked, mesmerized by the sight of your bouncing breasts, the lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling your bedroom, making you scream shamelessly in pure bliss as his swollen tip brushed relentlessly against your cervix, stimulating you in a way that could bring you to climax without even touching your clit. "'C'mon honey, milk my dick and I'll give you my cum." In addition to his dirty talk, Patrick pecked your ankle as gently as he could — on the verge of a frenzy, he could just ravish you until you couldn't move, but right now he was trying his best to focus on your release. "Do it for me, sweetheart, cum around my dick like a good girl!"

Creasing the sheets, you threw your head back onto the pillows from the pulsating sensation in your lower body. "Pat-Patty! A-aaahhh—" You choked on your own moan, writhing erratically around the bed, and only his strong arms managed to hold you in place as Bateman was aware that you were about to fall off the fucking bed.

"That's it, mhm," Patrick watched you attentively, relishing the way your eyebrows knit together from how hard you cum on his fat dick, your eyes closed and your lips frozen in a silent moan. "So fucking gorgeous, so fucking...mm-so fucking tight, fuck!"

Bateman shifted his position again, covering you from above, transferring his weight to his sturdy arms as he rammed into you like a jackhammer, you could feel his heavy balls slapping against your cunt in the obscenest way possible. And then the man finally collapsed inside you, painting your velvety walls white, pinning you down with his huge frame and biting your shoulder like an animal claiming its prey. You couldn't move and you were barely breathing, but you took him completely, until his hot liquid began to flow from your ruined pussy, flooding the sheets beneath you. Spent and exhausted, Patrick kissed and licked the mark he had just left before pressing his forehead against yours, holding you tightly in his arms and you knew he would never let you go as you were born to be his.

Moments later, you were standing next to the Christmas tree in your living room, Bateman sitting on the small couch, finally having his drink, but not wine as he managed to find some whiskey in your minibar. 

"Next time, let's put a Christmas tree in your apartment!" You suddenly blurted out, clapping your hands.

"No, don't even think about it, kitten," Patrick almost choked on his drink and coughed several times. "Oh, honey, don't make that face."

Damn, although you knew that Bateman didn't like all that stuff, it made you sad anyway, so the man had no choice but to comfort you here and now, before the situation got worse.

After putting the glass on the nearby coffee table, he stood up and approached you from behind, hugging you, but you were still pouting. "Listen," he whispered into your ear. "I have something for you, something special that will make you forget everything."

"What is it?" 

Thrilled, Patrick slipped into the pocket of his robe, which he had brought especially to your place because he couldn't stand any other robes but his own, and took out a small, velvety box. "And what do you think it is?"

As soon as you turned around and saw this little box, something in your mind flashed like fireworks. "Oh my God, Patrick..." you covered your face in your hands from shock. "Is that..."

Bateman opened the box in one swift motion, revealing a magnificent ring that shone brightly, reflecting the illumination of the Christmas tree. "I want us to meet next Christmas in a different status," he murmured, taking the ring in his hand. "You know what I mean?" Tears welled in your eyes as you couldn't believe this was happening. "Will you be my wife, (y/n)?"

At first, you couldn't say anything because you were shocked, but then you managed to whisper. "Yes, yes, of course I will," and then you snuggled into his warm embrace, allowing him to put the ring on your finger and kiss your forehead, and this kiss was different because now you were his fiancée. "I love you, I love you so much!"

With a bright grin on his flawless face, Patrick rested his chin on the top of your head and stroked your hair. "Merry Christmas, my dear little girl. I love you too."

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update!

[authorhjk1]

I got no idea what colour to describe this lol. But Taeyeon is Taeyeon. Hope you can make something out of it. Thanks! KUTGW. 👍🏻

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Color Palette

(Kim Taeyeon X Male Reader)

You know that this is wrong. You know you're a bad person for doing this. You know you will be caught.

"Try some of this."

Ms. Kim places a piece of salmon on your plate.

You slowly pick it up. You put it in your mouth. You chew.

The date was her idea. It was her idea to kiss you that night. Her idea to seduce you. And it was her idea to ask you to date her. Your girlfriend's mother. To cheat on your girlfriend with her mother. Her idea.

That's what you tell yourself.

And that's what you keep telling yourself. Even as you take her back home to her place.

Chaewon is on a school trip.

And so, you have a whole weekend.

You don't even make it inside.

Shielded from unwanted eyes by the hedge around the house. You've pinned Ms. Kim against her house's wall. The piece of clothing she is wearing can't be called a dress. But it's not a blazer either. Something in between. And it doesn't hide what is underneath at all.

"That's a good boy."

Ms. Kim's moans echo through the neighborhood. You're fully inside of her, pressing her against the wall. Nailing her into it. There was no reason to remove the dress. And she wasn't wearing panties either.

"Make them hear me, baby."

She whispers into your ear.

You stop your thrusting for a moment. A disappointed sigh leaves her lips. You reach for her foot. Both are still wearing the red heels. Slowly lifting her leg, you watch how Ms. Kim's dress slowly rides up her leg. It exposes more and more of her, until you finally see her pussy. Her foot is resting on your shoulder.

"You make me so wet."

She moans, knowing what comes next.

You push yourself inside of her again.

"Oh, god!"

She cries as you kiss her neck.

As you lean forward and thrust your hips, you push Ms. Kim's leg further towards her own body. You bottom out inside of her. Your noses touching. Your eyes barely an inch apart from each other.

A heavy sigh leaves her lips. As if you're pressing the air out of her body.

Ms. Kim doesn't need to say a word. Her eyes beg you to make her scream.

You slowly unsheathe your cock from her pussy. It drags along her walls, making her shudder. For just a second, only your tip remains inside of her.

Your hips snap forward. Ms. Kim's foot is almost next to her ear.

"Fuuuuck!"

Her loud scream wakes up the neighborhood. From the corner of your eye, you see someone's room light up.

You keep fucking her into the wall.

Her loud moans and cries fill your eardrums. Her wet pussy massages and squeezes your cock. Her nails dig into the shirt on your back.

You lazily thrust into Taeyeon. A weekend of sex has cured you from only calling her Ms. Kim. Her wet pussy has taken more loads than you can count.

Now, she is lying on her side, just like you. The both of you, partially covered by the blanket of her bed, watch the sun rise. It's a beautiful feeling. Being deep inside of Taeyeon. A feeling, you will never forget.

Your thrusts become a little quicker. It earns you a lazy moan. One that shows how sleepy she still is. One that shows you how much she loves this feeling as well.

"Taeyeon."

You mumble her name into her neck.

"Hmmm?"

Her lazy hum makes you sigh in pleasure. The fact that her thighs lie on top of each other makes her pussy just that tiny bit tighter. That pussy that is way better than your girlfriend's.

"I love you."

You said it. It wasn't her idea. She didn't force you to say it. This is all on you.

Taeyeon reaches behind herself, holding onto the back of your head. She slightly turns her head. Both of you look into eqch other's eyes.

"I love you too."

With her last word, you shoot your last load inside Taeyeon.

"I love you so much."

Her whisper makes you shudder.

You know that this is wrong. You know you're a bad person for doing this. You know you will be caught.

[growth-opportunities]

A flat-chested woman wants her cosplay of busty anime characters to be as accurate as possible.

It had been an exhausting day. The panels, the artists alley, the games. Sure, Morgan had narrowly missed out on tickets to the upcoming premiere of Suit & Tie: Salaryman to the Rescue to someone in a low-poly robot costume but the con had been incredibly fun and that was the most important thing. Her legs ached as she trudged down the hallway to her hotel room, relief washing over her as she heard the door unlock. Her bed, freshly made, looked so inviting, careful to flop down on her back. She couldn't help a smile as she felt her breasts slosh on her chest for the first time in her entire life. The massive breastforms she needed to complete her costume from I Used to Live a Boring Life but now I Do the Demon King's Accounting were easily the most expensive part of her costume but, by god, did they make her feel good.

Her flat chest never got much attention. Her breasts were just... not there. Not 'small', not 'petite', non-existent. Morgan had learned not to trust people who said that they liked small breasts or that "all breasts are good, regardless of size", their look of disappointment revealing the truth. And there would be some twinges of that pain when she finally took off the breast forms, but at least she had one day of sexiness. In one act, she had gone from flat chested to being bustier than every girl that had ever made fun of her combined. The company that made them didn't even bother assigning them a cup size like the rest of their models; it was just "Humongous". They dominated Morgan's otherwise slender, diminutive frame, but neither she nor anyone else had a complaint about that. She rather liked being a short stack, even if she was ridiculously top-heavy. A part of her wished... Morgan chuckled at her own silliness, breathing out a deep sigh. Things just didn't work that way.

With a few hup!s to build momentum, Morgan pushed herself up to her feet to start the process of changing into pyjamas. She started with the easy stuff, pulling off the brightly colored wig to reveal her mousy brown hair, running a hand through it to get it to unstick from where it matted to her scalp. Colored contacts were retrieved, albeit a bit clumsily, revealing her natural rich brown (now slightly red) eyes. The process came to a halt as she emptied her pockets, finding the tarnished coin once more. The woman who gave it to her was incredible. A witch cosplay, though from what series, Morgan couldn't say. The staff had an ethereal air to it that was almost mesmerizing and the way the woman embodied the spookiness, that power... The words 'step on me, mommy' had popped, spontaneously, into Morgan's head, thankfully unspoken. But, instead of that treatment, the witch simply pressed this coin into Morgan's palm before walking off, a knowing smile on her lips. Morgan didn't see the woman through the rest of the day, but it was a big convention center. The dim light of the hotel room caught on the grooves of the coin as she turned it over in her hand. A faint, shimmering green emanated from the coin. It was impressive dedication to whatever character. The coin was heavy and it felt old, worn smooth by eons. Or a rock tumbler. Either way, it was a good memento. Morgan squeezed the coin tightly in her hand, bringing it up to her lips. "Fuck... I wish I could make my outfits look that real."

With an envious shrug, trying to seem casual about it, Morgan placed the coin on her nightstand alongside her phone, wallet, and credential lanyard. She felt a slight shifting on her chest, a new weight, but she just chalked it up to exhaustion and the fact that she had been sweating like crazy under the form; it did not breathe well. Her trousers came down, shimmying her narrow hips and trying her best to savor the sloshing of her breasts, a feeling that she knew would soon be a memory. The shirt was next, taking one last look at her cleavage before removing it. Ah well. It was fun while it lasted. She made a mental note to check their website about discoloration, pulling her arms inward to remove-

...

Next to be removed was the breast form, which-

...

A look of confusion flashed across Morgan's face. Was she that exhausted that she couldn't find the arm hole? She marched over to the small bathroom, having to turn sideways to fit through the door. The sterile light that flooded the room at the flick of the switch made Morgan flinch but, as her eyes adjusted, her jaw dropped.

The edges were completely smooth. Around her shoulders, around her neck, at her waist. It was just... skin, no different than any other part of her. Her mind reeled at the possibilities, wondering if her sweat had just made it stick to her, but no matter how much she clawed at the places where the edges had been some twelve hours ago, the silicone didn't come up. All of that motion had made the breasts wobble which was what drew Morgan's attention. They didn't slosh like fake, inflated tits. They sloshed like real ones. Real tits with heft and weight and made of real skin and flesh. The perfectly rounded, slightly shiny nipples that had capped the breastform when she bought it were gone, replaced with ones that, well, that looked a lot like her own. Just bigger. She reached a timid hand out to one, not an easy feat considering her size, only to moan, clapping her other hand over her mouth, as she gave the nipple a good squeeze. Her knees almost gave out under her, catching herself on the vanity. If she had fallen all the way to the floor, she might not have been able to get back up again. These were her tits. They were a part of her. She could feel them! They were huge and heavy and sexy and they felt so fucking good. Morgan didn't know whether to cry or moan. She staggered back to the bed, sitting on the edge and feeling her breasts fill her lap. Her breasts. She still couldn't get over it. She knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth but still, the curiosity over what had happened to her stuck in her mind. Right up until the light caught-

The coin!

Morgan nearly fell off the bed reaching for it, just barely stopping herself in time. As she turned it over in her hand, the green glow was gone. It felt lighter, too, though that might just have been in comparison to the new weight on her chest. She bit her lip, smiling, bringing the coin up to her lips to kiss it, offering thanks for everything it had done for her. She wasn't so shallow to think that finally growing tits would fix all of her problems, but it certainly helped with some of them. She giggled, enjoying the sight of her breasts, her tits wobbling with her motions. A single finger traced down the deep line of her cleavage, Morgan moaning as she pushed it between her massive breasts. If she ever met the witch again, she'd have to think of some way to repay her...

[kewrnage]

𖤐 𝗦𝗬𝗟𝗨𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗧𝗢𝗠𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗦/𝗢

⌗ ꒰ sylus x f! reader ꒱ ; non-mc reader ; headcanons ; love and deepspace. sfw. fluff.

⌗ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ; had this idea during my long ass med-surg class yesterday, also because i haven't seen a hc with the li's that's remotely close to my slightly tomboyish preferences (but this hc is full-blown haha). with only minor alterations today. it's pretty straightforward since it's a headcanon (and i didn't get help from grammarly cuz too i'm lazy for it lmaoo) but fuck i think I might write like this more in the future. overly descriptive writing activates my writer's block wtf- 😭 might make something like this for caleb too. ++ maybe more tomboy reader in the future!

Sylus is very respectful to women. If you had met him through a dating app and decided to meet in real life, it would most likely be in a park, cafe, or restaurant, where there are a lot of people. He would have insisted in your chats that he'd pay for your first date, no matter how many times you said to split the bill with angry emojis in your text boxes. The chats before you met him were casual and full of usual banters.

The first time he saw you, you were different from most of the girls and women he had met in his life. Not different in a bad way, but he was rather surprised. They mostly dressed in ultra-feminine outfits, while you wore a loose fit because that's where you're most comfortable. You hadn't gone for a full-blown tomboy wardrobe on your first date because you knew he was a man of eloquence.

On your first date, you really really tried your best to sit with straight legs even in your tomboyish fit, but you kept spreading your legs unconsciously. You gave in to your comfort. But if you wanted to know what is in Sylus’s mind, it does not bother him one bit. He's even glad you're comfortable around him despite his poise yet mischievous nature.

As the both of you went on more dates, your once decent, androgynous fashion of trousers, polos, and slightly colorful yet almost logoless loose t-shirts evolved. You now sported ripped sleeves, logos of your favorite rock/metal bands, wide shorts, jackets, etc., with colors that had little to no pastels anymore.

The more you dress like this so comfortably, the more he appreciates you as he already did from the beginning. If you're still thinking he prefers feminine women— he loves you for who you are, no matter what. What you wear doesn't matter to him at all. So is the way you talk in a straightforward and laid back manner. You are you around him is what matters to him the most.

No matter how busy he is in his faction and business deals, he makes time for you. You may be independent and all-powerful, and masculine, but he doesn't treat you any less of a woman, while still respecting your brazen attitude and masculinity. This includes hanging out with you doing your hobbies, be it skateboarding, bowling or being gym buddies!

If you think you'd open the car of the passenger's seat or pull the chair yourself on dates, he won't let you and will still be a gentleman and do it for you instead. You might not like that he still thinks of you as his princess because that's one of his many ways to show that he cares, but he definitely respects your preferences.

Arcade dates! They're often a must if you two meet and go on a date again. Sometimes, he might tease you by getting you cute, girly plushies or prizes, but does not go overboard, respecting your tomboy identity. Arcade fighting games are what hooks you the most and to his never-ending surprise, you often win against him and he's always impressed. You also play basketball together in it and have scores always close to each other.

He lets you wear his clothes with no problem at all! The ones you liked, he tried to find the exact same items in mall or online shoppings just so he can give it all to you. What you probably most liked the most in his wardrobe was his black leather jacket, designed with red and white lightning bolts. He somehow found a copy of it— and now you're matching jackets!

Rides! It's either you two race against each other on the roads (this goes the same with both your cars), but if you feel like borrowing his bike, Sylus would let you drive it and him sitting behind you. He's least bit worried that if you surpass speed limits while driving due to your competitive nature, he can save you with his Evol and buy another one easily and the two of you enjoy the wind whipping on your faces, or with your badass helmets on! There's not much difference when using his sports car, he'd even die to see you make his car leap to a bridge.

When it comes to giving you gifts, he always bases your preferences. Sylus tries to avoid anything that will offend you because that's how much he loves you. So the gifts he'd usually gift you are hoodies, badass looking t-shirts even if you have more than enough of them already, sneakers, minimalist jewelry, and buys your new favorite games you often gush about before you can purchase them, he also gives you gaming gears to beat enemies or levels to your ease. Skins? He also got it, or you can use his black card!

There would be more gifts he would give you like sport gear, comic books and tickets to your favorite bands he would come along with you. He would spoil you to no end. Really, there's no limit to his generosity when it comes to you!

[noirvette]

main 3 + butters! seeing reader in lingerie for the first time!!

first time doing headcanons and a scenario 😋 also i apologize in advance if this is bad, i've written nsfw only ONCE before and hated it so much that i never finished it BAHAHA

cws: nsfw, but nothing too explicit Aged up characters! (College au, early 20s)

♡ STAN MARSH

Thinks he died and went to heaven for a second in all honesty. Like he could not believe you standing in front of him wearing lingerie.

He saw you with it on and had to process what he was seeing, definitely stuttering as he finds the words to say

He's rocking with it though, 100%. Has always had a small thing for lingerie but didn't exactly know how to bring it up so he just never said anything lol

Stan seems to me as a more of a red satin kind of guy, simple sets work for him

Doesn't want to tear it or anything, when taking it off of you he's rather careful, more so into savoring the moment of seeing you in lingerie (and eventually you out of it).

Whether its false bravado or not, he gets over his initial shock rather quickly

"You okay? Babe?" Stan calls out, sitting on the side of your bed tapping his fingers against the frame.

"Yeah sorry, coming out now," You respond, walking out of the bathroom, covered in a simple red satin lingerie set, "you like?"

"Holy shi-, wow you look good. Damn." Stan stutters out, taking you and your outfit in, "you, uh, you didn't have to do this you know. I'm- I'm, not saying you look bad, holy shit you look so good-"

"I know I didn't have to," You giggle, a blush covering your face, walking closer to him before sitting on his lap, "but I wanted this to be special, you know for our first time. I wanted to look good for you."

Stan licks his lips, reaching to kiss and bite at your neck as his hands grip your sides before they slowly make a descent down to your hips. "Well, you always look good, doesn't matter what you got on." His fingers tug at the waistband of the underwear, "but fuck, this is so hot."

♡ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

Doesn't know what to do and he doesn't know what to say either

Definitely whines/quietly whimpers at seeing you in lingerie though

He'd be a fan of dark green lace or floral sets

Another one to be careful with taking it off of you, but its because he's so nervous

Finds the concept of lingerie initially dorky until he sees you in it and now he understands the appeal.

He is so cute bro, he has the biggest blush covering his face and he stutters and he can't make eye contact (kicking my feet and giggling as I write this about him rn), definitely repeats words and phrases as his brain is trying to think of what to say next

Kyle covers his mouth, embarrassed at the whimper that leaves him as you lift up your shirt, revealing the dark green lingerie underneath. You feel him getting even harder underneath you and you slowly roll your hips against his. Kyle quickly grabs onto your hips hard and shakily moans, hands gripping you firmly.

"Baby, baby, baby.." Kyle whines out as he stares at how well the dark green compliments your body. "Mhmm," you hum, "what is it?"

"You look so good, so good.." He looks so dazed as his eyes constantly dart over your body. Kyle is absolutely smitten with the way the lingerie sits on you.

"You like it huh?" You whisper as your bring your hand to his face, cupping his cheek. He nervously swallows and turns his head to press a kiss into your hand, before gently biting a finger while looking up at you.

Turning his head back to face you, he whimpers out a "god yes," as his hips buck up up into you, drawing a small moan out of you, "so so much."

♡ KENNY MCCORMICK

There is one singular phrase going through his head when he sees what you got on and it's "fuck me"

He's so unbelievably hard in like 2 seconds that it's alarming

He's a fan of sheer brighter colors and garters, but really any lingerie set looks good and he's really fine with anything you're putting on.

He'll rip the fabric off of you, he doesn't really care if you make a noise of complaint, he's too invested in getting him in you and making you feel good.

He'll make it up to you later by managing to get you another set later. (That he rips off you anyhow, it's a never ending cycle)

Would love to receive pictures of you in various lingerie sets. So after this whole thing of surprising him by wearing it for the first time, he'll want pictures of you from now on.

"Fuck y/n," Kenny groans, bucking himself against you, "you look so pretty. My pretty baby." His hands wander over your body, feeling the thin material and your skin causing him to become impatient.

Kenny leans forward to suck at your neck, causing you to let out small moans. "I need, need, this off of you. Now." Before you're able to say anything, he tugs at the top half a bit too roughly, ripping the thin material into halves.

"Kenny!" You exclaim, shock and annoyance evident in your tone.

Kenny stops briefly and he lets out a small laugh before kissing you, "I'm sorry hun, can't wait. Need you now. Gotta make you feel good."

You huff, "This was a bit pricey, Ken. How are you gonna make this one up?"

He snorts, before flipping you over and situating you so his face is pressed between your thighs, "Oh I'll make it up to you baby, and then some, promise."

♡ BUTTERS STOTCH

Another blushy and nervous wreck to see you in lingerie.

I feel he'd LOVE white sets, design doesn't matter, but there's something about wearing white in his eyes that just.. gets him going yk?

He definitely has a battle with himself on where to place his hands. Do you want them on your waist, hips, do you want to hold hands? What if he rips the fabric?

Stutters out compliments. Compliments you the whole time actually, his eyes nervously watch your every movement

He loves if you brush your body still clad with the lingerie against his bare skin. The feeling of technical skin contact but thin material between you two has got him in a chokehold for some reason

Calls you his angel because of the white lingerie and how beautiful/ethereal you look to him right now

Butters believes this is how he dies, underneath you, clad in a sheer white lingerie set. You slowly drag your fingers against his skin and he finds himself without a single complaint as to how he would be dying. He finds himself without many thoughts actually and the ones he does have are just about you.

"Oh god angel," Butters shudders, his brain turning into mush at the feeling of your body against his. His hands hovering just above your thighs, as he nervously thumbs at the material draped over them.

You giggle at his behavior, "you can touch me, you know?"

"O-oh, I know honey, but, you.. you just look so gosh darn gorgeous and..." he trails off, adams apple bobbing as your drag your hands along his waist. "..and what, Butters..?" You whisper against his ear.

His hands grip your thighs and bites his lip. "I want you.. please honey, my angel." He shifts underneath you, hoping you catch the hint and quit teasing him.

[orgverse]

san's red hair got me and @sanjoongie going crazzzyyyyy. so please enjoy this while i make topaz suffer. N E WAYS this is also apart of a pornstar au that i'm currently working on, so enjoy!!

for the two, almost three, years you have known san, he has always had black hair. you remember watching videos and seeing him with different colored hair, but never in person. when him and wooyoung had reached out wanting to film a video with you and hongjoong, he had just cut and dyed his hair back to black from the blonde mullet he hand. and since then its been black.

so you were throughly surprised when you opened your apartment door and was greeted with bright red hair. your jaw dropped, literally. you probably would have started drooling if san didn't start teasing you. "you'll catch flies, star girl."

you were def going to be seeing stars soon.

san had volunteered to help you with your stream tonight since seonghwa was away visiting his parents, and hongjoong was busy editing the film you just finished shooting with yunho.

"no wooyoung?" you asked when you noticed the louder of the two males nowhere in sight.

"nah, he says he wants to stay home and watch the stream instead. think he said something about wanting to support his fav girl," he told you he walked into the apartment and removed his designer shoes. you noted how sexy san looked with his entire outfit. simple, but san was good at making simple look sexy.

his black tank top doing well to show off his muscles and his slim waist, and his jeans hugging his body nice and framing what little ass he has. but you won't tell him that because he would argue he does have an ass. sure, san, sure. he takes off the jean jacket he had been wearing and hangs it over the computer chair that seonghwa usually sits in.

he towers over you as he watches you pull up the website, love-heart-xx, and set up the stream. you remember san mentioning how he had streamed too back before he stopped and focused solely on just porn films.

"you're setup is very cute. very you," san says when you get up to let him sit down. that's when he finally takes a few moments to look around the room.

"o-oh, you think so?" you ask, a little caught off guard by his words. san nods his head, red hair bouncing with the movement.

"all the decorations are cute and welcoming, it makes it feel like its your personal bedroom and not a separate one. it feels... lived in," he explains and you feel a heat spread through your body at his words.

you've always admired san, having watched him since he first started his career in the porn industry. you kind of wish you found him when he still streamed. it had always been a goal – a dream actually, to film with him.

and now he's helping you with your stream. un-fucking-real.

"well, i'm going to go get ready! i'll be right back!" san doesn't say anything, but nods his head and gives you a smile before you're turning and walking out of the room.

walking into your actual bedroom you share with hongjoong, you find your lover sitting at his computer, headphones on, and eyes focused on the video editing program in front of him. you notice he's at the part where you and yunho were making out. yunho's hand holding your chin as his tongue licks over your own before he's sucking on it. you remember that scene and knowing what comes next makes you rubs your thighs together.

no, you needed to get changed. walking over to your walk-in closet, you go over to the section that was specific for streaming. you dug through your clothes before pulling out a dark blue lingerie set. when you walked out of the closet, you noticed hongjoong had his headphones off and was turned facing your direction.

"hey, babe," you said putting the lingerie on the bed before you take your shirt off. you notice hongjoong is looking at you, his eyes focused on how your breast bounced a little before you're taking your shorts and underwear off.

"i thought i heard you sneak in. is san here?" he asks and you nod your head as you step into the blue lingerie bottoms before putting the bra on. you look at yourself in the full-length mirror, turning to look at every part of you. "does this look good?"

hongjoong lets out a sigh before he's standing up and making his way over to you. his arm wrapping around your waist as he takes in your appearance. "you look beautiful," he says kissing your neck. he gives your ass a good pat before he walking back over to his desk.

"are you going to try and watch some of the stream?" you ask, making your way over to the door. hongjoong nods giving you a smile.

"of course, i'll do my best to pop in."

"okay! so usually seonghwa just sits here and kind of moderates chat. usually while i'm talking to chat, he'll jump in, but you don't have to if you don't want to," you tell san as you sit on the bed. you look at yourself in the monitor setup in front of you as you attempted to make sure you looked good. "do i look okay?" you ask, looking towards san.

"perfect," he says making you look away from him, a little flustered.

"you can go ahead and hit the button, san," you tell him shyly. he lets out a small chuckle before he's clicking the 'start stream' button and you watch as the stream starts and viewer start pouring in.

"hi guys!" you say, smile overtaking your face as you wave to the camera. the chat on the side of the screen being filled with your usual watchers greeting you. tips easily coming in. "i'm doing good tiger-star! hope you're doing well! ... oh! you like this piece, rubyred? i'm glad you like it, i've been wanting to wear it for a while!"

san watches you with a smile on his face. he takes in how natural you look interacting with your chat and... chatting with them.

"oh!" you say clapping your hands and earning san's attention, "seonghwa couldn't be here today... i know sunshine-sparkle, i'm sad too, but! we have a lovely person who agreed to cover for him tonight! ... no hotpants it is not patrick star," you deadpanned that last part making san chuckle. "sannie is here!" you say looking towards the male how leans forward just enough to stick his hand in front of the camera.

mega_yn_fan : holy shit THE choi san!!!

guylovescheese : FUCK! how much to see him fuck your pussy???

a_lexa_star22 : i would gladly pay to see that happen!

"do you think they want me to fuck you?" he teases making you let out a small laugh. suddenly, you see a rather large tip come in making you almost fall off the bed from how far you leaned over to look at it.

"holy shit! thank you wooenergizer for the three thousand dollar tip," you say, still not comprehending the sudden amount.

"oh, that's wooyoung!" san says, right before you read the message he also sent in with the tip.

"three thousand to see sannie finger you," you read out loud, feeling flustered by the message. wooyoung really had no self-control or filter.

san lets out a chuckle before he's standing up from his seat and crawling onto the bed next to you.

"if chat gets to ten thousand i'll fuck this pretty pussy," san says, spreading your legs to gently pat your clothed cunt. "sound good?" san adds before looking at you and you nod your head.

you let out a breathy moan, hips jerking forward as san fucks you hard and fast with his fingers. the wet sounds from your pussy mingling in with your moans, your manicured nails digging into san's thighs. he had removed his pants a while ago, leaving him in just his tank top and underwear. you feel his hard-on rubbing against your backside.

his other hand gropes your breast, your bra being pulled down to let your breast out. he pinches your nipples and gives it a good tug making you let out a whine at the feeling.

"s-sannie, please so-s-so good, fuck!" you say, tilting your head back to let it rest on san's shoulder. you could feel the tension rising within you, your orgasm coming soon. you attempted to close your legs but san didn't let you.

he pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at the empty feeling. san uses both his hands to spread your legs, throwing them over his own legs to keep them open. you moaned at how you could see your pussy on full display to for everyone watching. your pussy dripping with juices that run out of you and you can see it glistening under the lights.

you yelp, jumping and whole body bouncing when san suddenly gave your pussy a good smack before he's rubbing furious circles on your clit. "s-s-sa-san!"

"look at that, star girl, your chat got us to five thousand. that's halfway. should we switch it up?" he asks and you wonder who's he's talking to.

"hm... hungry2ho says they want you to sit on my face. i don't know hungry, do you think y/n's been a good girl enough to sit on my face?" san asks and you clench at the thought of sitting on san's face. he suddenly grabs your face, turning you to look at him. his eyes half-lidded as he meets your lustful and almost fucked out ones. "do you think you deserve to sit on my face?"

"p-ple-please san, i-i've been good! let me please," you're begging him now and san can't help the smirk that paints his lips.

"well~ since you asked so nicely, who am i to deny my pretty star girl," san says and you can feel your thighs tremble. "open your mouth," his voice is commanding and you do it without a second thought. you let out a loud moan as you watch san spit in your mouth, allowing it to run down your tongue and throat. "such a nasty girl. no wonder wooyoung is so fond of you, just like him," he says before moving to lay on his back, his bright red hair a heavy contrast to the cream-colored bedsheets.

"oh fuck– san, san! your tongue feels soooo good~" you say with a moan as you rock your hips back and forth. san had a tight gripped wrapped around your legs and waist as he kept you pinned down to mouth. his nose bumped against your clit, rubbing and stimulating it nicely as his tongue licked and fucked your pussy.

you glanced down, running your hand through his soft hair to see his eyes staring intensely at you. he stare honestly made your heart skip a beat as you felt his moans vibrate through you and shake your core. san kneaded the flesh of your ass before giving it a firm smack. the sound resonating through the room and you were sure anyone watching could have heard it.

wooenergizer : look at how you're falling apart on sannie's tongue 👅 can't wait to see you fall apart on his dick... again 🍆💦

you couldn't but let out a hearty laugh at wooyoung's comment before you see others in the chat agree with him. knowing wooyoung was still watching also made your heart skip a beat, because along with san, wooyoung had also been someone you admired within the industry.

"mmh~ san, fuck so good! i think i'm gonna cum!" you say, letting your head roll back a little as you grind your hips again, san's nose once again nudging at your clit.

"hold it, pretty star," san says, voice just as stern and intense as his eyes. you feel yourself clench when you notice the lower half of his face is glistening with your juices.

"sannie," you say, hand running through his hair as your other one runs over your body, feeling yourself and groping one of your breast. "please fuck me."

"i don't think your viewers want me to fuck you. you're still only at eight thousand," san says in a rather mocking tone.

"fuck– please, please let sannie fuck me! i need his cock so badly!" you beg looking at the camera and indirectly looking at your viewers. your eyes were pleading with them and hoping that your begging would convince them to continuing to tip you.

fuck, you felt like such a cock slut right now. but you couldn't deny how good san's cock was and how badly you wanted it.

and then it happened. you heard the familiar sound of being tipped and you immediately had to do a double take on it.

k.yeosang tipped $5,000.

your viewers must have seen the tip as well as the chat immediately exploded in excitement at the tip, knowing it was only a matter of time before they got to see you take san's dick.

"yeosang!" you say, chest warming when you realized it the male who had donated to you. "thank you so much! wow, you definitely didn't have to tip that much, but i really appreciate it!" you say, sliding off of san and letting him sit up so he could see the tip as well. he ran a hand down your back, noticing how your legs slightly trembled.

k.yeosang : make sure to invite me next time 😉

"i'll def keep in it mind, yeo," you say, not being able to stop the smile that overtakes you. you feel san pressing open mouthed on your neck and trailing down your back. you allow san to to move you so you're resting on your hands and knees, and you can't help the yelp that escapes you when you feel san gently bite your ass. you watch yourself and san through the monitor, feeling your excitement start to swell up as he removes his underwear and tossing them to the floor. you arch your ass, high into the air and gently sway it in an attempt to tempt san to move faster.

you moan as you see him pump his cock. the angry red tip, leaking with precum which his is using to lube himself. "s-sannie," you call out earning the male's attention. he smirks, running a hand through his hair before he's positioning himself at your entrance. you couldn't help the breathy moans that left you as san entered you. stretching you out, but sucking him in nonetheless.

"you sound like a bitch in heat, y/n," he laughs as he gently positions you, hands gripping your hips as he starts off with a harsh and fast pace. your mouth was fixed in a perfect o-shape, unable to close it and also so easily lost in pleasure that you couldn't make a sound.

having san fuck you was like a new experience, each and every time. of course it was mainly different because of the films you did together. each scenario being different enough from the last that it gave you a new experience each time.

and this time was no different. you couldn't help but shove your face into the sheets. wanting a moment to just feel san's cock abused your insides, yet the sudden sting to your scalp said otherwise. san held your hair harshly, gripping it to the point it was almost painful.

"don't hide your face, y/n, your viewers paid good money to see you get fucked by me. don't make them waste their money," san says as you feel him rest his body weight on top of you.

"i-i'm sorry!" you said, however who you were saying it to, you weren't sure. you felt tears start to brim your waterline, but thankful san let go of your hair in favor of using both his hands to prop himself up. the sound of skin slapping skin ringed in your ears. his cock rubbed against your walls, stretching you out over and over again and it made start to see small white stars in your vision.

"s-san! sansansan so-s-so fuuuucking good! ugh– please, please let me cum!" san presses a kiss between your shoulder blades before he's thrusting even harder. the tension in your stomach building up, waiting to snap and explode any moment now.

"fuck, i am too, my star. gonna let me cum inside you? give your viewers a good creampie?"

"yes! fuck, yes! fill me up!" you begged, you noticed your arms were now in front of you, hanging off the edge of the bed. you swear you feel a line drool run down your chin, but you arms feel so much like jelly that you don't have the energy to wipe it away. not that you care anyways.

then suddenly, you feel san pulling out and you feel your approaching orgasm quickly escaping you. you're about to scream, throw a fit before san is hoisting you up off your stomach on onto your knees. you are left slightly confused and dazed before san is entering you again. his arms hooking underneath yours to keep you up right. this new position allowing everyone to get a good few of san fucking your pussy.

"go ahead and cum," you hear him whisper and just like that, the coil snaps inside of you and your cumming with a loud and well... pornographic moan. san gives you a few more thrusts before he's sheathing himself deep inside of you and also cumming inside of you with a low groan.

you are out of breath, covered in a layer of sweat when san pulls out of you and quickly positions you on the bed. legs spread wide apart before he's getting off the bed. you watch him with dazed eyes as he picks the camera up – you want to complain about how he's ruined the perfect position you spent months working to find, but you don't have the energy to say anything. instead you watch him as he does a close up on your pussy which slowly begins to leak out his cum.

his fingers come to spread your pussy lips, showing off how much cum he truly stuff you with before he's scooping some up on his fingers. "fuck look at how well he's took him, such a good pussy," you hear him say at one point.

then san is panning the camera up to your fucked out face, his cum-covered finger easily slipping inside your open mouth. you have just enough energy to eagerly suck on his finger, tongue licking up his cum and cleaning his fingers. when he's sure your done, he removes them with a pop sound the rings around the room.

"tell your viewers bye," san says in a cheery tone making you smile at both him and the camera.

"bye-bye~" you say smiling, waving, and blowing several kisses to the camera that goes further away from you as san goes over to the computer to end the livestream.

san put the camera back on the tripod before he coming over to the bed. he pulls you more towards the edge of it by your ankles and you laugh at how easily he does it. his strength showing once again. he rubs circles onto you ankles before he's leaning over you.

"thank you, san," you say pressing a kiss to his cheek. you notice a faint pink dusting san's cheeks as he pulling away from you.

"of course," he says with a cough, "you know i enjoy spending time with you," he says adds on making butterflies swarm around your stomach.

"really?"

"really. now come on, let's get cleaned up and go bother hongjoong for food," san says with a smile as he helps you off the bed and begins walking you towards the door before he's stopping. turning to you before adding, "i would love to do this again soon. maybe even watch you and wooyoung have some fun."

"gosh, shut up and take me to the bathroom, you fool."

[babishfantasies]

I promised - part 12

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - part 10 - part 11

The first thing I noticed was how hard and uncomfortable my mattress felt. Why did it feel like this? I usually have no concerns about it, but for some reason it felt wrong now. I moved sideways, trying to find a better position, still too sleepy and wanting a bit more rest before I have to start my day. That’s when I noticed it. Something big, soft and squishy between my legs.

I’m puzzled by the feeling, so I go and check it with my hands. It’s indeed soft and squishy, and it hugs my crotch rather intimately. It’s also damp, or so I figure since my skin there is moist and a bit sticky. I move the covers and sit on my bed. Wasn’t I somewhere else? Anyway, I check the thing with my eyes now, and as soon as I see it, it all comes back to me, though I am more confused than not at the realization.

The diaper is bloated with what appears to be my urine, the one from the dream I assume. The one inside the crib. A dream that felt all too real to not be a dream, but considering where I am now it can’t be any other way. I see how the enlarged part has yellow coloration that contrasts with its plain white color, making it evident that it’s soaked with pee. My pee. The one I made during a dream about being inside a crib wearing a diaper and a onesie.

Oh fuck, I’m getting panicky now. I need to get this off me. I’m currently wearing nothing but the diaper and a t-shirt, so I frantically search for some pants to cover it, at least until I can get to the bathroom and take this thing off. In my panic, I grab a pair that’s way too tight and struggle to fit into them. Why did I pick something so tight? Am I stupid?

Just as I’m trying to pull the pants down I hear someone walking towards my room. Oh no, it’s her. If she sees me like this… I don’t even want to think what’s going to happen. She’s the one that put this thing on me in the first place. Did she expect me to end up like this?... Well, I did, and thanks to her I didn’t sleep on a wet bed.

I don’t have time for this. As her footsteps get closer, I realize it’s too late to remove the pants, so I push hard and manage to get them over the soaked, bloated diaper, covering it for now… or at least hiding what’s inside. Because it’s pretty evident that I’m wearing a diaper right now, the outline bulging under my pants. Why didn't I just take it off and throw it out the window instead? Well, it’s not like she doesn’t know I’m wearing it, so this should be enough to keep her clueless… for now. There’s still the problem of how I’ll get rid of the thing.

As my mind frantically races through every possibility, I consider jumping back into bed, but that would be stupid considering I’m wearing pants now. I’m in the middle of looking for what to do to look as casual as I can when she barges in, prompting me to lock eyes with her.

God, she’s so gorgeous. This time, she’s wearing an open satin robe over her lingerie, her voluptuous body almost in full display. She might have realized I was kind of in a daze while looking at her because she made this playful smile while approaching me. “Oh babe, you’re already up.” She said with a sugary tone. I started to feel more relaxed for some reason, something about her presence and demeanor felt reassuring. That feeling only got stronger after she hugged me and kissed me on the forehead, taking me out a bit from my panic state. Not long after, I found myself easing into her hug, feeling even more at ease in her comforting embrace.

I was too lost in her breasts, her milky scent invading my senses, to notice one of her hands moving down. It was too late when I felt her squeezing my crotch, not in a sexual way but as if she was trying to get the feel of it. “It seems like my baby had a little accident while sleeping” She said in a soft, tender tone.

Her hug eased most of my anxiety, but that didn’t stop my embarrassment, my cheeks now fully red as I realized she had already figured out what I tried to hide so hard. She, almost feeling my anxiety, squeezed me closer to her. “It’s all right, that’s why I put those on you before putting you to bed, sweetie”. I could feel my eyes getting glassy now, don’t know if from the humiliation of this whole situation, or maybe because I was moved by how genuinely worried and caring she felt right now. Perhaps it was both.

I felt, once more, mute and vulnerable in her presence, something I’ve started to get used to by now. Not long after her check, she broke the hug and knelt down to pull my pants off. She inspected my diaper, touching it and giving it a couple of squeezes before she pronounced “Oh! It’s completely soaked, dear. We need to get you out this thing right now”. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom, forcing me to waddle all the way, not just because of my diaper, but also because my pants were still around my ankles. She threw me a couple of looks during our trip, making what I can only describe as a condescending smile while she looked at me pathetical move behind her. My cheeks were even redder now. What was she going for with all this?

“Ok honey, let’s give you a bath. I’m sure that will make you feel better” She said motherly as she helped me out of my pants and took my shirt off. Once I was down to my diaper, she took me inside the shower and began to remove the tapes of my diaper, then she took it off me and bundled it into a small package, using the tapes to secure it. It struck me as if this wasn’t the first time she did this, which was odd to say the least.

The fresh air around my crotch felt nice, stopping me for the moment to realize that, once again, I was naked in front of her. I wasn’t as modest this time though, but I couldn’t help myself from feeling a bit self conscious about the whole thing. Meanwhile, she was taking off her robe, getting ready to join me in the bath. Or so I thought, because she didn’t do so. Instead she opened the water, checked the temperature, and when it was adequate she ordered “on the floor, babe”, to which I obeyed without protest. At first it felt odd, how she was soaking me with water using the showerhead as if I were a dog or something. It was when she started to rub me with soap that I started to take a liking to it. Her soapy hands felt soft and caring on my skin, her rubbing feeling almost like a massage. She didn’t spare any parts from her caring touch, and certainly not the one in most need of cleaning.

She took special care of my crotch, spending three cycles cleaning and rinsing that area. Suffice to say, I started to get a bit excited from this, but she didn’t seem to notice at all. She kept cleaning me as if nothing was happening, even humming as if this was some kind of chore. I felt a bit ignored honestly, I even started to doubt that she was into me all that much. I mean, it would be hard to say that now considering she was cleaning me like this, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was treating me more like someone she had to care for than anything else.

Despite that, the shower was great. I came out of it feeling refreshed and content, though still a bit sore from her ignoring me like that. But now that I think about it we haven’t had sex so far, despite feeling like we had. All of those times it’s been mostly me going in my pants, or in a diaper. Is she even into me at all? Or does she want to keep things like this? What am I to her? Just some toy she can treat like… well, like a baby? The thought made me feel miserable. I certainly didn’t want that. Even if some of the stuff we have made felt good. Really good even. Amazing actually.

As I pondered my insecurities, she dutifully dried me with a fluffy towel. This wasn’t one of my towels, so I assumed it must be one of hers. It felt amazing on my skin, it was really soft and comforting, and she made sure to move it around me in a way that only enhanced that feeling, surrounding me in the soft material as she pat me everywhere, taking away the moisture and giving me what felt like a second massage after the one she gave me in the shower.

After I was dry, she enveloped me in another towel, this one also soft and comfy, but dry. The fabric felt positively amazing against my skin, and due to the size of the towel it nearly enveloped my entire body. She then took me under her arm and we began to walk towards her room. During that I kept coming back to the shower, and her seemingly lack of interest in my private parts. I couldn’t contain it anymore, it was bugging me too much. It took me a great effort to do so since I was still in a bit of a daze from all of this, but when we made it into her room and she took me in her arms I said “hey… can I ask you something?”. “Of course, baby. What’s happening?” She said with a sweet smile. I got nervous, scared even. Though I had my concerns about what just happened, I didn't want to ruin this. Whatever this was. That fear only got worse as I rested in her arms, my face close to her chest. The scent coming back to me, making me feel weaker. Still, I managed to speak, though in a sheepish tone. “what are we?”.

She gave me a devious smile, or at least that’s how it felt to me. Superficially It appeared to be a maternal and caring one, but something made me feel that underneath that smile there was something far more twisted than that. And so it must be, since she responded by taking off her bra, her breast now dangling from her chest in all of their massive glory. That alone was enough to quell most of my curiosity, but when she started to take my body, with the soft towel surrounding it making every move feel like a soft caress, near one of her milky breasts, I could feel how that last trace of curiosity was fading away.

As I was hungrily feeding from her tit, her hands roamed all over me, patting and rubbing my back and legs. And so, just like in the shower, I started to feel excited again, and if things were to go on like this I might have another accident, but not like the one I found myself this morning. She knew this, so before it could happen, she slid a diaper up my legs. It took her a while to do so, as she had to keep me pressed against her with one hand while sliding the diaper with the other, but she eventually succeeded in doing so, sliding her hand under the towel clad body to make sure my diaper was safely secured.

And working as a charm, not too long after I was safely padded, it happened. She felt my body trembling a bit and squeezed me closer, enhancing my climax, sending waves after waves of pleasure all over my body as I felt her plump body tightly pressed against my smaller and delicate frame. I came, with all of my emissions safely contained within my diaper. Meanwhile, I never stopped suckling, and even while making soft moans, I dutifully suckled and swallowed all of her delicious treats inside of me, not wanting to waste even a single drop of her sweet gift.

She kept me close to her for a while, letting me enjoy the wonderful feeling of having her so close to me, as I was coming back to that feeling of fussing with her, the one I felt the first time I drank from her bountiful bosom. After a while I felt her moving me towards her other breast, to which I resumed my suckling, now entranced by her loving embrace, her delicious milk filling me with sustenance and care. “Don’t worry about it, baby” She said softly while scratching my head. “Just let Mommy take care of you”. I kept suckling, but could hardly process her words, too overwhelmed by how vulnerable and safe I felt at the moment. “That’s all what Mommy wants. And by the looks of it, that’s all you want too” She said as she squeezed me, but not as tightly as before. This time it felt more tender and loving. Like a mother lovingly holding her baby, entranced by how frail and dependent her baby is on her for anything, completely lost without her guidance and care.

part 13

[cigarettesaftersae]

Homesick 02

Sae Itoshi - 02 Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans - John Lennon

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Series: sae x f!reader | childhoodlovers!au

Stuck in a small town near the coast with a previous crush on a boy who returns after years

live laugh love life is strange🗣️imagine the camera is like max's because why not

After a small balanced breakfast, you head out the cafe to walk in the central park. Autumn colored leaves ravished the earthly ground, each step consist of crunches, and you fought the instinct to just stop and stare at everything gifted from Autumn to admire. You reached yourself to a bench, pulling out an old instant camera for scenery. You liked the vintage items, to swim in its own nostalgic aesthetic you’d seemed be fond of. The polaroid printed out embracing the trees and autumn leaves in view. The background painted the morning foggy blue sky, the lamps along the sideways warmly lit, and a squirrel eating nuts. That was your favorite thing in the photo, you smile softly looking at it and put it away in your bag for safety.

You were never an expert on cameras and photography, but you found it in the old treasure of your grandparents’ stash. Using it for these few weeks made life seem more admirable. You had an urge to take a physical copy of the moments you find unique. An instant click for an instant image of every pretty scenery you saw. You continue to take photos around the park, taking in the beauty of a moth on a tree. Its patterns looked perfectly so like the tree. The wooden bark similar to a fingerprint right onto the wings of a small life creature. Around the place, you thrill in its beauty by a single click here and there, ending up by the sea. It was quiet with seagulls croaking along the sky, the waves rushing within the gravel sand, beyond all that you notice a male on the edge of a cement floor behind some railings. He just sat there staring off to the ocean while the wind blew through his red hair strands. Wearing a long black trench coat, the material looked so well-done; was it by some expensive brand? Besides that, you took notice under was a white button shirt along with causal black pants. He seemed so simple yet elegant just alone existing. He looked almost familiar..

You grab out your camera to take a photo, the view shot was his side profile. You could notice every lock of his hair, the shape of his nose, mouth, and lips…and eyelashes? Very pretty long eyelashes..almost like that one boy. No…he disappeared…but his family was still around. Could this really be him? He was right there in front of you, not a distraction or interruption in sight but you walked away not wanting to take that chance.

Perhaps if you had, you could have learnt a nicer way to say your own name, even if he didn't know yours. You’ll just shatter your heart in every photo you click, swallow every sip of coffee bean, and shift your pillow closer to the moon. Follow this daily boring routine over and over.

—Yeah fuck no, never mind. Imagine if you say hi and he just looks at you and doesn’t even bother to say anything. A moment of silence and awkwardness just because you thought it could be that one boy you had a stupid crush on then disappeared and you also didn’t even go to the same school. Yeah fuck this.

You find yourself back to the place where you found him, he remained still lost in the vast ocean. In this serene, alone, and dull life, there had to be something. If this ends off embarrassing, you’ll be moving planets. Maybe Saturn. Or Mars.

“Usually I’m here sitting and relaxing, alone…”

Sae perks up his head at the voice,

…Was he seriously not going to say anything-

“I was here before you”

“I said usually, and I knew this place before you”

“I knew this place before you octopus, can you leave now?”

“You look like an octopus...” you mumble slightly pissed off. Now you extremely regret your decision of “trying” because all it resulted was you being insulted to an octopus. Octopus are cute.

Not even a word back, you worried if he heard you. Right now, he’s just staring at you as if he did hear you or thinking of something else to say so mean. No, he wouldn’t, anything mean would be blunt and on spot without a thought. How rude, an octopus seriously? You stared back into his teal eyes and took in every detail of the little spike of hair for his under eyelashes. It stood out so obviously yet so pretty. It was him.

“What are you staring at?” He said with a tone slightly harsh

“You’re stared first…What’s your name?”

“No” His beautiful teal orbs move away from you and back to the view of the ocean waves

What the flip.

“Well you been here long enough can you move? you’re ruining a great photo opportunity.”

“Not my problem”

“What if I just.. told Maria on you?” You almost studder on your words, slightly afraid to threaten him with such a childish manner

‘Maria?” His attention back to you, looks like that worked.

“Yeah…Maria..she’s like my secondary mother.”

“tsk..whatever.” Sae finally got up and walked mid-way before stopping and looking over his shoulder .

“Itoshi”

“huh..?”

“My name, octopus. Itoshi Sae.”

“Do you just like octopus a lot?”

He glared at you not a word back, waiting for something—

“Oh- ...My name is y/n.”

You turn around to face the coast slightly smiling, Sae began to walk away judging on the sound of his footsteps fading away into the Autumn breeze.

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this is kinda short i'll probaly make another one soon

[luvmyoui]

her favorite (damsel in distress)

spiderwoman!ahn yujin x fem!reader GP!YUJIN

genre: fluff

warnings: cursing, violence (beating up bad guys), suggestive towards the end

synopsis: yujin was always an easy target for bullying and just couldnt seem to get her crush to notice her. what happens when she becomes a superhero and she starts saving her crush?

word count: 2,048

a/n: first time writing fluff, bcz i cant make my wife a bad person😞. also too lazy to proofread so pls ignore any mistakes😭😭

“uh- y-y/n, can i take a picture of you with the spiders?— for the school paper.”

“oh, of course!” you said in response to the question, happy that it was your picture she wanted.

you stood next to the spiders all in their respective cages and posed next to them. yujin put her camera up to her eye as she backed up so that she could get a full picture. 

“y/n, let’s go!!” you heard one of your friends call after yujin had taken a few pictures, they had already moved on to the next exhibition

“coming!” you called back out as you left yujin and went to approach your friends.

“wait- uh- thank you!” yujin called out to your back, smiling to herself. 

“ow fuck!” yujin exclaimed to herself as she felt a sharp pain in her hand. she had been bitten by a spider. she shook it off her hand and bent down to look at it. she watched as it crawled on the floor the colors of blue and red making it stand out. 

when it crawled out of sight, yujin stood up and looked at her hand. there were two holes there and a redness surrounding it. the spider looked like the genetically made super spiders, but not letting herself ponder on the thought, she left and continued inspecting the cages that contained spiders with her class.  

as the day went on yujin found that she could not simply ignore the spider bite on her hand. she started to feel the effects of the poison slowly becoming more intense. the school day went as a blur, yujin being half conscious for most of it.

when she arrived home, she was greeted by her aunt and uncle. she greeted them back as she walked up the stairs to her room. she could faintly process them asking her if she wanted to eat and she responded saying she already had. 

when she entered her room she locked the door and stripped off her shirt and her glasses which she threw somewhere in her room. she looked at her body in the mirror, her skinny frail body which made her the perfect victim for bullies. the spider bite on her hand had swelled up and turned purple.

she felt hot, but also incredibly cold. she was sweating bullets as she fell to the floor. she grabbed her blanket off of her bed and pulled it over herself.

what their guide told them about the spider that had bitten her replayed in her head as she slowly lost consciousness. 

yujin awoke with a groan, she slowly reached over from where she was on the floor for her glasses and picked them up. she stood up from the floor and went to put them on but when she held them up to her face she found that everything was blurry. she slowly lowered her glasses and found that she could in fact see better without her glasses. 

“weird,” she mumbled to herself as she put her glasses back on her desk.

yujin had to do a double take when she looked in the mirror, she had muscles and abs now. she looked in the mirror smiling to herself as she flexed in the mirror. she didn't know how this happened, but she definitely was not complaining about it. 

after hearing her aunt call out to her telling her that she’d be late if she didn't leave now, yujin turned to the side looking out her window hoping to see a certain someone. y/n l/n, her crush since before she knew what a crush was. this was her daily routine, to just watch as y/n did things. not in a creepy way though, more so in a longing way. her and y/n had been neighbors since they were six but yujin could bet on the fact that y/n didn't know. why would someone like y/n ever notice her. 

when she saw the time on her clock though, yujin quickly put on a shirt and left to try and go catch the bus. to her dismay it was yet another day in which she had to chase after the bus banging on it asking the driver to stop. after a while of running after the bus, yujin figured they wouldn't stop and today she’d have to walk.

her banging on the bus had somehow made the banner stick to her hand. as she slowed down, no longer keeping up with the bus the banner ripped due to it being stuck to her hand. she tried to shake it off but it wasn't leaving her hand, causing her to use her other hand to pull it off and thankfully it worked. 

that had all happened a month ago, yujin was now known to by everyone in her city as spiderwoman. she could shoot spider webs from her wrists, could stick to almost anything, and had super strength. after finding out she had these abilities she couldn't just stand around while innocent people were in trouble. so she decided to start helping out around the city under a disguise. 

“help!” yujin could faintly hear a call from a woman who seemed to be in danger. 

following the voice, she webbed around until she got to the place where the voice was coming from. she stayed on the roof of a building next to the dim alley as she looked down to see what was going on. yujin pumped her fists when she saw that it was you who was in trouble. she wasn't happy you were in need of help, she was just happy she could be of help to you. 

yujin swiftly swooped down and stood in between you and the 3 men surrounding you “what’s goin on here?” yujin said casually and watched as the men glared at her. 

“hmph, it's just a girl, she probably can't do too much.” the man who stood in the middle said to the other two in a smug voice. 

“you know it's not really nice to-” yujin was cut off by one of the men charging at her trying to swing. with ease she grabbed his hand and swung at his face, seeing how far the punch sent that guy the other two ran away trembling in fear.

“th-thank you spiderwoman,” yujin heard a voice from behind her say. yujin turned around when she heard the voice and responded by saying it was nothing.

“hey, uh- if you want i could walk you home. just to make sure no one else bothers you.” yujin said, if she didn't have the red mask covering her face she never would've said something like this, but being in her suit gave her confidence. 

“are you sure?”

“yes of course, it's no problem at all.” 

and thus this is how yujin now found herself walking her crush home and somehow she had managed the courage to put her arm around your waist too. It felt like she was dreaming, was she really walking home with y/n l/n in her arms?! 

when she reached the familiar house that was right next to hers, she let her arm around you drop and bid her goodbyes. as yujin sat at the top of a building she took off her mask and finally everything sunk in, she had never smiled this hard. by the time she got home her cheeks hurt from the smile that seemed to be tattooed on her face.

“what’s got you in such a good mood?” yujin’s aunt asked as she walked down the stairs and into the dining room. 

“uh- n-nothing.” yujin stuttered out and her face flushed as she recalled what had happened. 

her aunt just looked at her with a knowing smile and served her with the food she had cooked. 

“so, who’s the lucky girl?” 

“w-what?! n-no one!” 

“okay okay, just make sure to be careful, don't want any accidents to happen if you know what i mean.” yujin’s aunt said with a wink

“AUNTIE!” yujin exclaimed as her face flushed red, she did not want to hear this, especially not from her aunt.

yujin smiled as she heard the familiar voice calling for help. she knew she shouldn't be happy at the thought that you had gotten into trouble again but she couldn't help it. she always found herself looking forward to saving you. she followed your voice and found herself in the streets with 4 men running after you. she watched as the men cornered you and when they started to get in your face she shot out 4 webs and pulled them all away from you. 

when she jumped off the building the men one by one ran at her trying to attack. somehow, while fighting one of them pulled off her mask, too caught up in fighting them she didn't have time to put it back on. 

after she was done dealing with them she saw you start to walk up to her, it was too dark for you to see her face but she knew that if you came any closer her identity would be revealed. she quickly webbed up to the roof and put her mask back on. you walked over to the small alley she had previously occupied and looked around. yujin slowly descended from the roof upside down holding onto the web that was stuck to the top of the roof. 

“you have a knack for getting in trouble.” she said from behind you, you flinched when you heard the voice

“you have a knack for saving me,” you said with a giggle “i think i have a superhero stalker.”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

“you are…. amazing.”

“Some people don't think so.”

“but you are.” you replied with, your words tinting her face with red from under her mask.

“It's nice to have a fan.”

“do i get to say thank you this time?” you said reaching your hands out for her mask. 

thinking that you were gonna pull off her mask yujin panics for a split second, voicing a ‘wait’.

hearing that you hesitated for a second before reaching out again and lowering the neck of her suit to pull out the mask. you slowly lift it revealing her lips, you stop at her nose and let the rolled up mask stay there. you slowly lean in towards her lips and let hers meet yours. yujin was screaming on the inside, this was her first kiss and it was being taken by you, y/n l/n. 

she could feel her heartbeat in her head, the way your lips glided along hers made her dizzy. yujin’s lips parted slightly allowing your tongue to slip in and explore the depths of her mouth. yujin couldn't stop the warmth from blossoming in her chest as she felt your tongue gliding along hers. was she in heaven? 

you soon parted from yujin to allow the oxygen to enter your lungs, yujin chased after your lips, missing the feeling. she was pulled out of her reverie from the sound of your small giggles. she looked at you questioningly wondering what you found so funny. 

“glad to know i have that much of an effect on you.” you said as you stared at her crotch. 

following your gaze yujin bent her neck to look up to see what you were staring at, when she realized she flushed red. she quickly reached up with one hand to cover the very visible tent in her pants, she wanted to die. yujin felt mortified. 

“I- uh- i- um-” yujin tried to say but nothing came out causing her to flush an even darker red. 

your giggles continued as you noticed that the bottom of her face matched the color of her suit. suddenly you were struck with an idea.

“hmm, let's make a deal. If you reveal your identity to me I'll take care of that little problem you have there.” you said while pointing at yujin’s groin. 

yujin’s jaw dropped at what you were insinuating you’d do. she fully descended, now standing on her feet in front of you and without any hesitation yujin pulled off her mask and said ‘deal’. 

[thollandneedy]

The hot interviewer- Tom Holland

A/n: One of my ideas while i was took shower this evening

Warnings: Sexual tension, swears and mentions of sex

Summary: Tom hitting on his interviewer

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Night was falling, and Thomas's strength seemed to drop along with the sun. The white light used to film the interviews was making him increasingly dizzy. All he could see from a nearby window was the sun mixing with shades of pink and red. Once again, the same ritual was repeated. An interviewer came in, greeted him, asked her questions and then left. The beauty of the city of São Paulo, Brazil, beckoned him to admire its grand buildings mixed with colorful streets and nightclub lights. The brunette grunted to himself, taking his cell phone out of his pocket and watching the clock strike six.

- Thomas, we've only got one more. She'll be in 10 minutes. Would you like something to eat?- one of his agents asked the brunette, who seemed impatient. 

-"No, thank you.- The brunette said no to the man, who then left the interview room.

Faced with such a tropical and desirable place to explore, he felt like he was in a box. The actor couldn't think of anything else but a nap and a party later in the evening. His brother, Harry, approached him, touched him on the shoulder and said in his ear:

-"I think you're going to like the interviewer.-The redhead comments, drawing a confused look from the brunette, who then smiles at him.

-Why?

Then one of the filming and journalism coordinators from one of the São Paulo newspapers enters the room accompanied by Y/n. The woman smiles at Thomas, pushes her hair aside and walks towards him with one of her hands outstretched in a friendly greeting. The actor, wearing a black shirt showing off his muscles, suddenly stands up, looking at the interviewer from head to toe. Y/n was the kind of woman who walked into a room and everyone could sense her presence, even if she tried to hide from the malicious stares. The woman in the pink silk shirt smiled and said:

-Hi, Thomas, I'm Y/n M/n. It's a pleasure to finally meet Marvel's sweetheart.- The woman comments with a laugh.

-"You can be sure that the pleasure is all mine.- The brunette comments, smiling with his eyes, and sits down in the soft chair in front of the poster of his newest Spider-Man movie. 

-"How has your visit to Brazil been? Have you enjoyed it?-the interviewer asks, taking her cell phone out of her pocket and handing it to her assistant.

-"I've been enjoying it more and more, thank you for asking.- The actor crosses his arms. -Do you live here anyway?

-"Yes, I do. I go to college here, so I have to work for broadcasters who have their headquarters in the city.- The woman sits down in the chair opposite the man, crossing her legs covered by black pants.

-"You have a bigger bonus than me. At least you have a college degree.- Holland looked down at his feet, making fun of himself to get a smile out of the interviewer.

-"You studied acting and gymnastics. I can barely touch my toes without bending over.- The woman laughs.

"What a fucking smile" Thomas thinks to himself

-"How do you know all this? Did they ask you to do your homework today?- Thomas asks, wanting to investigate the woman in front of him more and more.

Apart from her structural beauty, you'd expect her to be nice. However, it was quite new for women not to be surprised by her presence. She didn't seem to care what he was doing there, and just wanted to do her job and leave like he did. Why wasn't she nervous? 

-"I had to,- she replied, rolling her eyes at the actor and then laughing at her own sarcastic gesture. -Actually, I always like to know a bit about everyone I interview. 

-Really? Tell me about me then.- The brunette was interested in the journalist's brief knowledge.

-"Well, you have three brothers. You were born in Kingston upon Thames. You like to play golf and most of your girlfriends were blonde.- The woman adjusted the microphone that was stuck in one of the open buttons of her shirt.

Holland couldn't lie about not wanting to lower his eyes to the woman's bust, but he knew it wouldn't be professional. While his common sense spoke louder than he did, his eyes still observed every detail of the woman's body in front of him. Those eyes, that body, that smile. She would easily be a great choice for casual sex, if he wasn't curious to know more about her.

-"Was that last one a statement or an indirect question?- the actor asked, receiving a silent denial from the woman.

-Let's get started?-The voice of Thomas' coordinator catches the attention of the two, who settle into their chairs, briefly applying make-up and adjusting small details in their appearance so that they don't look too tired after a long day's work. 

(...)

-And, cut! Time's up.-A male voice warns, causing the recording to end just as they were both saying goodbye. Thomas has to get his things and they're going to dismantle the room.

-Of course. -The woman stands up, straightening her blouse. -It's been a pleasure, Tom.

Holland gets up promptly, drawing the attention of everyone in the room because of his speed.

-"I want her to stay.- The actor asks, causing low voices.

-"Thomas, we.-The actor's agent tries to say and is cut off.

-"Dismantle the room. Let's talk in the meantime.- The brunette casts a subtle glance, as if mentally asking if she would like to stay with him for a few more minutes.

-Of course. If that's what he wants, that's fine with me. It's only a few minutes, isn't it?-The woman says, returning his gaze.

The room falls silent as the coordinators and agents try to organize themselves. Thomas's agent denies it to himself, raising both arms and saying: “dismantle the room and leave the girl.” 

All those present, such as make-up artists, film crew, etc., go ahead with the command and begin to dismantle the interview room and put their equipment away. Harry laughed to himself, realizing what his older brother was proposing to the interviewer, and left the room to call his other brothers to tell them what had just happened.

The bright lights went out and the air conditioning was turned off. The chairs were being carried through the door, and then they both approached each other, laughing at the situation.

-"Why did you want me to stay?-The woman crossed her arms, looking down.

-"Because I need recommendations for clubs, so I can take you out.-The brunette smiled sideways at the woman, who replied with a scoff.

-"Are you kidding?- The girl asks.

-"I hope that's a yes, because I'm not used to being dumped, darling.-The affectionate nickname makes the woman's cheeks turn pink.

-"I have a paper due later. The article from our interview today.- Y/n complains.

-"Let me take care of it. I'll ask your boss to let you go myself if that's the problem.-The brunette man stands his ground.

-"Are all Brits like you? Because I've heard that everyone in England is antisocial.- Y/n stared at him, looking as if her intimidating eyes were going to pierce his soul. 

-"Is it possible to spend 20 minutes in a room with you and not want to take you on a date?-The brunette insists.

The lights in the seemingly white room began to fade, leaving only the lights of the great night city to illuminate the room. The building they were in had large windows that showed the night, and a few avenues of cars that caused rush-hour traffic.

-I know a place. But I think it'll be hard not to be recognized, even if it is a private party.- The woman and Thomas walked alongside each other, heading for the exit door.- Do you like dj's?

- It depends. Do you like 22-year-old British men?

- You're not going to stop, are you?"-The woman laughs again, leaving the room and leaning against the wall of the long corridor.

- "You want me to stop? Because if that's what you want, I can leave.-The man leaned against the wall next to her, finally managing to get so close to her that her perfume enveloped his body.

Thomas stares at Y/n's lips, which open in a smug smile.

- Do you have a pen and paper with you?- she asks, but then rephrases her question. -Oh, I forgot that rich people don't carry school pens and paper in their pockets. Can I write down my address and the address of the party on a 100 euro note?

Thomas approaches the woman once more, making both their breaths become one.

- You can do whatever you want to me, love.-The actor replied with seductive eyes, crossing his arms to show off the black T-shirt that was about to be ripped. 

After exchanging numbers, Holland puts his cell phone in his pocket and says goodbye to the woman with a formal handshake. The cream-colored walls blended with the multicolored carpet in shades of blue and the white lights that led to the opposite elevator briefly reflected the journalist entering the metal elevator.  A silly grin broke out on her face as she was caught up in her mischievous thoughts.

-"I've got pen and paper in case you need it, Thomas.- Harry rests both hands on his brother's shoulder, saying in a seductive voice that only irritates him.

- Get out of here.-Holland laughs.

- By the way, I called Sam and Harrison while you were having indirect sex during the interview. They'll text you to find out about the hot journalist.- The redhead comments, typing on his cell phone as he speaks.

- Fuck you. And by the way, it's called envy that today I'm going to have sex, and you're not.- The actor jokes with his brother, and gets into the black car as soon as he comes down the stairs.

As soon as he sits down and puts on his seat belt, his cell phone vibrates. One of his hands reaches into his pocket and there is the message:

"See you later, webhead ;)"