#feel free to grab this and run with it guys!!

[sweetsbfreex]

out of bounds

summary: Bucky can't imagine life without you.

pairing: Thunderbolts!BF!Bucky x Superhero!reader

wc: 1876

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A YEAR AGO

“What about Indian?”  You grunt, raising your knee to collide with your opposition's head. He sways at the move before you grab your throwing knives aiming for his chest. 

“No baby, we had that—“ Bucky throws two punches, “We had that two nights in a row this week.” 

“You weren’t complaining then.”

“I just can’t say no to you now can I?” He smiles charmingly before sending another agent flying across the room. 

“Okayy,” you sing, trying hard to ignore how attractive that was, “Italian? You like Mr. Catteano’s ravioli.” 

“Is that what you want?” He walks closer to you. 

“I think so? Oh wait,” you swing around him, throwing  stars at the running agent. One in each leg and another right in the throat, but it misses.

“That was cute,” Bucky smirks. “Something distracting you sweetheart.”

“No I’m perfectly fine,” you huff. Launching yourself in the air before sending a breath stopping kick to his chest. 

You look around the room to see everyone on the ground, “I think we’re good here.” 

Bucky places a finger to his ear, “Walker? Are we all finished here?” 

“All clear, Yelena has the sphere, you both can head to the quinjet.” 

“Understood.” 

Bucky steps beside you, drapes an arm over your shoulder, and steers you both towards the exit. 

“How about Caribbean?” You propose excitedly, you guys haven’t had that in a while. 

“Oh yes, let’s do that. Will you place the order on the way there?” 

“Yes,” you go to push back a piece of Bucky’s hair when you notice you’re missing something. “Shit. My bracelet. I think I dropped it in there.” 

You go before he can say a word, running back in as he walks after you. He hated to say it but these missions really did take it out of him. 

“Doll, Would you hate me if I said I might actually be craving Indian?” 

“James..”

It doesn’t even take a syllable for Bucky to detect the whimper in your voice.

“Y/n!” 

In the room, he’s met with you stood against the man from earlier. 

“Hey!” He dashes to you as quick as he can watching you struggle against the man’s restraint. 

“An eye for an eye.” The agent seethes.

“No!” 

Without a thought Bucky grabs the gun from his holster. It’s 2 shots to his head and two bodies hit the floor. 

He’s by your side in an instant, one hand cradles the back of your head from the icy, hard floor. The other goes to his earpiece. 

“Walker! Yelena! I need medics to the console room. Now!”

“Heard.” Comes through Walker's voice. 

“What’s going on?” Yelena asks, running towards the room. 

“Y/n— fuck!” He hates this. “Y/n’s been stabbed, hurry!”

It looks critical and feels even worse as you gasp in air. It stung but at the same time you could barely even feel the twisted bruise in your chest. 

“James,” you whimper. “Fuck, this hurts,” you cry.

“It’s okay,” he hushes you, his thumb rubbing over your temple. His free hand presses into your bruise. “You’re gonna be okay.” 

—

A YEAR LATER 

Bucky did not want this party. He would rather stay in bed and watch television. But no one would take no for an answer. Not Sam, not Yelena, and especially not you. 

The tower is decorated with all of his favorite things, and as endearing as it was he was not in the mood for any kind of festivities. He turns 108, so what. 

He shrugs his jacket on and a spritz of his favorite scent: Chanel Eau Fraîche and another spritz of his cologne.

He sighs, grabbing his door handle and not even within five seconds of him walking out he’s faced with an array of overly cheerful faces. 

“Happy Birthday!” Is cheered and the sound of a noisemaker fills the tower. 

Shuri, Fury, and Peter even came out for the occasion. Yelena walks over with glittery blue eyes. 

“Happy Birthday Bucky,” she smiles, placing a party hat with the words birthday boy sprawled on it. 

Sam stands beside her with a cake in hand. “Happy birthday, bud.” He claps him on the shoulder and at the same time everyone springs into the happy birthday song. They all cheer at the end when he blows his candles out. 

“Haha” Alexi laughs his deep grumble, picking Bucky up off the ground, “Happy birthday, you know, you are like brother to me. May your life be filled with many, many well wishes.” He kisses Bucky on the cheek. 

“Dad!” Yelena groans. 

Bucky just smiles and says a thank you. 

“How about a shot!” Joaquin whoos in holding the special asgardian concoction to Bucky.

“To Bucky!” Everyone cheers. 

… 

Fuck. Bucky can barely think straight. But he was in desperate need of a breather from everything. He doesn’t know how many fake smiles, laughs, and interest he could give to them. It was just all too much. 

“Y/n..” he walks away from everyone until he hits the end of the  hallway. It’s dark and almost quiet. Everyone else is an echo as he slides down until he’s sat with his back against the wall. His head hangs between his knees.

“Bucky,” he swears he hears your sweet voice like a whisper in his ears. 

“I need you,” he finally breaks. He’s been dreading this day ever since you passed. Birthdays were a special thing to you, and you made sure Bucky got to revel in the same feeling. He never cared about birthdays until he met you. Until you surprised him with a homemade cake in bed and a party of his favorite people later in the night. At those parties, you stuck by him like glue. Always by his side teasingly calling him ‘birthday boy’ until midnight struck. 

That’s when he officially started looking forward to birthdays. And now you’re gone. But your clothes are still in his closet, your perfume still sits on his dresser, your shoes are in the exact same spot you threw them in that day, he still keeps your pillow beside his. He refused to move anything out no matter what his therapist said. 

—

A YEAR AGO

“Bucky!” Yelena finally makes it through the threshold faced with Bucky and you on the floor. Bucky’s kneed against you, his forehead connected to your shoulder and an arm splayed across your body to hold your hand. His body heaves while yours lies still. “Bucky?”

“She’s gone.” He doesn’t move when he declares this, his voice steady and doleful. “She’s gone..” he lifts his head, red rimmed eyes looking into Yelena’s green ones. 

She walks over slowly to the two, placing a knee on the floor as she looks you over trying to keep herself together for Bucky’s sake. Gently, she places her hands to close your still eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” she speaks softly.

Bucky looks at your face one more time. His nose has pinkened and his chin trembles. He looks at the red eyeliner you put on this morning to match with Yelena, the lips that would never speak those soft, endearing pet names again. He looks at you and realizes there’s no way he could live without you. There’s no life if you're not by his side.

He’s been through hell and back, but he’s not sure if he can overcome this. 

—

A YEAR LATER

“Please come back,” Bucky cries.

He’s a defined mess. A grieving mess. His hair has grown out to what it used to be. If he wasn’t sleeping, he was fighting, and if he wasn’t fighting, he was drinking the day away. 

“Hey Buck.” 

“Bucky,” Yelena and Sam are each by his side, he feels her hands against his cheeks lifting his head. 

It’s crowded in the hallway as everyone looks on concerned. 

“I need her Sam, I can’t do this without her.” He goes on drunkenly. 

“Hey, you can feel this for as long as you want, but y/n would’ve wanted you to celebrate with family.” Sam says. 

“Bob!” Bucky calls, disregarding everything and everyone, he holds his hand out. “Please, I need to see her. I can’t…” he begs inconsolably. 

“What?” Yelena whips her head around, “I thought we stopped that, you let him go back in there?” 

“I— He wouldn’t let me say no, I’m sorry.”

She huffs before turning to Bucky, “Bucky we talked about this, it isn’t good for you. Y/n wouldn’t want you to cope like this.”

It wasn’t a great memory, living that same day. But it wasn’t always terrible. He likes the beginning: getting to see you kickass so confidently. He loves getting to see the smile on your face that day and the love in your eyes when he teases you. 

God, He misses you more than anything. 

“Please Bob, please. Just this one time. I need to see her. She should've been here today.”

It takes a second before Bob speaks up, “I uhh, I’ve been working on something. A more positive side of the void.”

“Bob..” Yelena speaks with uncertainty.

“I can do this,” Bob says and clasps Bucky’s hand. 

…

“The hell is going on,” Bucky looks around to see his bedroom, but he’s in the same outfit. It’s not the console room like it usually is.

“Bucky?”

His heart drops because it couldn’t be possible, not in this way at least.

��Y/n?” he turns and it’s you. He chuckles to himself when he sees you dressed in his henley. Your fresh out the shower with your hair in two plaits. “It’s you?”

“It’s me.” You answer.

After that, he rushes you. You're in his buff arms in seconds and your feet are off the ground. He places his head in the crook of your neck.

“I miss you,” he breathes out. “This has been the hardest year of my life.”

“I love you so much,” Y/n whispers and pulls away, her hands frame his face. “I love you and I want you to try and be happy, yeah?”

There's a beat of silence.

“Bucky?”

“I don’t wanna talk about that right now,” He states. 

“That’s okay,” you tell him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t protect you that day. This should’ve never happened, not with me standing right there.” 

Your arms are sat on his shoulders and one hand carts itself through the nape of his head. He hasn’t felt that sensation in days, he could shudder at the familiar feeling. 

“You were there for me everyday we were together. There is no one else I could’ve imagined spending the rest of my life with,” you smile up at him. 

He sniffles at your words. 

…

On the other side everyone watches Bucky’s relaxed face. 

“What did you do?” Yelena asks Bob. 

“I’ve been working on a positive spin on uhh “the void”. It’s the same but a more structured positive memory. 

“Whatever it is seems to be working.” Sam chimes in. 

Sam had never seen Bucky so low before and that was saying something. Something in him shifted after losing Y/n. He thinks about the day of the funeral and how empty and sunken Bucky looked. He just hopes whatever this was what would help a little. 

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[dykeadvocate]

pu$$ycam

pairing: streamer!ellie x reader

summary: ellie gets fucked with your cock on stream whilst being teased and degraded by you + twitch chat.

content: edging, strapon (e receiving), degradation, fucked on camera, voyeurism, usage of mutt, squirting, overstimulation, aftercare, crying, drooling, slapping.

a/n: a world where twitch TOS does not exist...

“Please, baby.” Ellie’s desperate pleas are barely audible, and her voice quivers with frustration.

You hum, looking over at your monitor, catching a glance of yourself and Ellie before questioning your chat. “What do you guys think? Should she cum or should I edge her some more?”

Ellie is slumped against you in your lap. Her head rests against your shoulder, her eyes hazy and barely open. Your right hand pinches and pulls at her nipples whilst your left rests on her spread thighs. A large pink dildo is stuffed into her pussy, her juices are dripping down the shaft and onto your leather seat. Gross. You’ll force her to clean that with her tongue later.

Your Twitch chat blows up with messages, each as disgustingly perverted as the last. 

minecraftblock123: plzzz edge her more i wanna watch her sob her stupid eyes out

fridgepet8: let the bitch cum already. im tryna cum with her n i’m sick of edging myself

lezbo892: can we get a closeup of her pussy i can barely see anything from here

You reach over and grab the camera, moving it to a better spot for a pussycam, making Ellie moan at the sudden movement. The poor girl is basically shaking against you at this point. You nearly feel bad for her, until another $20 donation rolls in.

You tilt her chin, and her eyes immediately flutter open to look at yours. She’s a well-trained mutt.

“You see how much everyone loves this pussy? Say thank you to the donator.” 

She whines, struggling to find her words, making the chat blow up in laughter and degrading words. “F-fuck.” she hisses when you slap her thigh, “Thank you.” 

You reward her compliance with a hard thrust, and she moans loudly. The sound of squelching and Ellie’s cries fills the room, and she grips onto your forearm to stabilise herself. Your eyes are fixated on the camera, watching how the dildo stretches her out, dissappearing into her pussy and then reappears covered in her creamy slick. 

bobthebuilder90: fuckkk man look at how her tiny tits bounce with each thrust

mangoeater2929: her clit is so swollen its adorable

bartship853: can we get some free cum samples one day. she looks like she’d taste heavenly. 

You roll your eyes. ‘Free cum samples’. You would be charging at least $50 for that. Not a bad idea, though. 

Ellie’s fingernails dig into your forearm. She’s drooling now, and her eyes are clenched shut in concentration. She’s on the verge of her orgasm, but she would never cum without your permission, at least, not on stream. 

“If we get $100 worth of donations, she can cum.” 

It takes two and a half minutes to reach $100. You force Ellie’s face to the camera, knowing that your viewers love watching her face scrunch up as she cums. You can’t blame them, it’s a pretty sight to see. You wish you could make her cum a thousand times but unfortunately, she has a limit.

You don’t stop when she comes down from her high; you relentlessly continue pumping into her and wrap your arms around her waist as she tries to crawl away. Her leg kicks out, barely missing the camera, and you scowl. You press down on her clit and pain jolts throughout her body. She cries, begging to stop and apologising until her voice goes hoarse.

A stream of liquid splurts out of her, drenching her thighs and everything beneath her. She twitches, tears running down her face, and her breathing comes out in gasps. You turn the stream off, but not before reminding everyone of the Stardew Valley stream on Tuesday.

You slowly pull out of Ellie, and she cries in protest. You hush her, “I know, baby, but I gotta clean you up. You did so well.”

You carry Ellie to the bathroom, holding her tightly to your chest as you run a warm bath. She cries softly. You slip into the tub, pulling her against you. You kiss her neck, whispering sweet praises into her ear whilst cleaning her body. She’s exhausted. 

“Was that too much?” you softly ask, caressing her cheek but receive no reply. 

She’s passed out and once again drooling. You chuckle. She’s your dumb drooling mutt whilst she’s awake and whilst she’s asleep. Pathetic.

[dulcecherub]

Daggers

Fratboy! Rafe x Sofia

Warnings: toxic!rafe ish, he briefly fights someone in this

Authors note:This was inspired by my conversations with @lostsyren, about frat boy Rafe and Sofia. And if we had Sofia in the earlier seasons instead. Also not proofread!

Taglist: @araybiaaa

I hate the way that he treats you (hate the way that he treats you)/Too dumb to know what he's got (too dumb to know what he's got)

Rafe’s jaw clenched, the baggy of coke still in his hand. He watched as Sofia leaned against some Pogue boy. Watched as he whispered into her ear; Sofia giggling as she pulled away.

Rafe wanted to hit something. Preferably that Pogue next to his girl.

He wouldn’t have said it out loud. Not to her. Not any of his Kook “friends.” But deep down, he believed it.

“Yo Sof!” Rafe practically yells, Sofia eyes widen, spotting him as he nears. The Pogue boy looks almost laid back, like he could care less about Rafe.

“She’s busy.” The Pogue boy says. His arm wrapping around Sofia’s shoulder.

“Busy my ass.” Rafe mutters himself. He comes near, yanking Sofia away from the Pogue boy. “How about you leave now.”

The other boy nonchalance changes, his nose flares. “No.”

Rafe lets out a humorless laugh, Sofia eyes go from the back to Rafe then towards the boy. Rafe scowled, not liking the attention he now was sharing.

“Come on, Sof. Let’s go.” Rafe doesn’t wait to see if she follows. He knows she will.

“You’re such a dick! Why can’t you—”

Rafe turns, staring at her. He feels almost like Orpheus bringing Eurydice back to the mortal world. He’s read one chapter on it in college and already he feels like that describes them. That page of his textbook looks the most worn.

“Why can’t I what? Leave you alone? Not a chance.” He doesn’t care if he’s being selfish.

“And I’m asking you too. Danny—”

“Danny?” Rafe looks almost disgusted, that idiot Danny. Trying to get his girl.

“Yes, Danny. He’s actually sweet to me. Cares about—”

Rafe scoffs cuts Sofias words off, a pinge of hurt runs up his spine. But he won’t utter the words. Won’t tell her how much it hurt to see her with other guys.

He’d been watching her, walking around campus with him. It left a sour taste in his mouth. No one was worthy of Sofia. He knew not even him. But it hurt so bad how much he wanted her. How badly he wanted to hold her in his arms.

“Don’t be dumb. I care about you too.” His nose scrunched up, almost as if he’s disgusted he’s said the words out loud.

“Did you just call me dumb?!” Sofias eyes widen with anger.

“Not like that. God.” Rafe eyes squeezes shut, his hands squeezing the coke. He hates how it instantly relieves him of his anger.

“So we’re back to that huh?”

He’s confused at first before realizing the baggy is out in the open. He shoves it into his pocket, but she’d already seen. Fuck.

“It’s just this one time, okay. One time.”

It’s her turn to scoff.

“You’re unbelievable.” She moves away from him, almost like it burnt to be near him.

“Sofia—”

She just scowls, walking back to Danny.

“Don’t.” He grabs her arm, holding her to him. “Don’t go back to him. I can’t. I can’t handle it.”

Sofia eyes meets his, her eyes briefly widen. Surprised by the intensity in them. Surprised he’d stopped her. Usually he’ll give a dry laugh before walking away from her. But not tonight.

She yanks herself free from him, her eyes narrowing.

“Why? Why can’t you handle it hmm?”

“Because… you’re my girl okay. Not his. Not a—”

“Oh spare me, the melodrama.” Sofia eyes turn into slits. “I’m not your girl. You can’t keep doing this.”

“Sof, please—” He extends his hand out to grab her wrist but she moves away before he can circle his fingers around it.

“No! I’m so sick of you. So sick of you using me. You act like you own me Rafe. You don’t actually care. You can say it all you want. But it’s about how the other person feels it. And honestly—” She raises her hand out to gesticulate at him. “I don’t see that here.” She whips around to go back to Danny.

Rafe shakes his head, following behind her. “No, no you have it all wrong.”

“Leave me alone Rafe. I mean it.”

“No, just listen to me.” He grabs her shoulder but she manages once again to swerve him. His jaw sets. “Stop playing around Sof. You’re not going back to that—He points towards Danny like it disgusts him—to that shithead.”

Sofia rolls her eyes, she gives him a smirk. “Watch me.”

Rafe clenches his fists, watching as Sofia approaches Danny. Rafe sees red when their lips meet.

“Oh fuck no.” In quick strides, he yanks Danny by his neck and pushes him to the ground.

“Rafe!” Sofia yelps, trying to yank him off Danny. But it’s too late, Rafe fist meets Danny’s cheek. Danny groans as his head falls back.

“Get off of him! Rafe!”

Rafe yanks Danny by his collar, his eyes intense as he eyes the Pogue boy. “You ever touch her again. I’ll do so much worse. You understand?” Rafe searches Danny’s eyes. “I said do you understand?!”

“Yes! For fuck sake.” Rafe lets Danny go, he turns to Sofia. Who glares at him.

“You’re a fucking prick! I hate your guts!”

“You don’t.” He’s so arrogant and he knows it. But he knows her.

“Fuck you.” She pulls Danny up. But he pushes himself away from her once he’s on his feet.

“Sorry Sofia, you’re not worth the trouble.” As he staggers away. Rubbing his hands on his jeans, cleaning off the dirt that was trying to coat itself there. Sofia scoffs before turning back to Rafe.

“Happy now?” She crosses her arms, shaking her head.

“Delighted actually.”

She shakes her head once more. “You think that was going to impress me? You’re dead wrong.” She begins to stomp away, Rafe follows her. This time just walking beside her, not attempting to grab for her.

“Rafe, stop following me.”

“No.” He gruffly, following her anyway. Sofia continued to stomp away, her arms crossed. This was starting to feel like when Orpheus was bringing Eurydice back from hell. A part of Rafe wondered if Sofia would turn. Showing him how much he truly mattered to her. He almost willed her too.

She didn’t, she continued to walk like he wasn’t even there. He felt the sting of it.

“Sofia, come on.”

Still, nothing. He reached an arm out to turn her. She quickly turned without him needing to.

“You’re such an asshole! You can’t stand to see me happy. Because that would mean I would be completely unavailable to you.” Sofia threw her hands out in anger. Her eyes glaring daggers at him.

“What? You were going to be with a shithead Pogue? Someone who doesn’t know you as well as I do? Come on, Sofia.” Rafe sucked his teeth. “I wasn’t going to let that happen.”

“You’re so selfish.”

“When it comes to you. Yeah.”

Sofia let out an agitated sound. “Oh please! You do that in all aspects of your life Rafe! You, you use people. Treat them like shit. You think you’re above everyone else because of money.” She continued to gesticulate in anger. “It’s always about money!”

“Not with you!”

A silence overtakes them, like tidal wave finally curling up and making itself known.

Sofia breaks it, the wave crashing into the shoreline.

“You don’t get to pick and choose when you finally decide you want me.” Her voice was hoarse, on the edge of breaking. He saw the way her eyes sheened.

“Sofia—” He says softly, now, truly seeing the affect he’s done.

“I love you.” Sofia sucks in a breath, almost like she’d been running and now was winded. She didn’t shake her head this time. Her eyes not softening nor sending him daggers. She just seemed defeated. The opposite effect Rafe wanted.

“Sure, if you believe that.”

Then she walked away, not letting him confess anything more. Rafe stood there, dumbfounded. Had he lost her for good?

[obiwansito]

made by ourselves

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pairing- obi wan x f!reader

word count- 2.8k

summary- after babysitting padme and anakin's twins, obi-wan and you discuss the possibility of having children. and the fun part, making them.

tags- smut (+18 mdni), breeding kink, cockwarming, order 66 didn't happen, fluff.

a/n- happy late mother's day!!! i posted this back in my (failed) kinktober on ao3 and figured it would be a good moment to post it here lol. enjoy<3

You had talked about this not so long ago with your fiancé.

You were both in bed, after a tiring day taking care of Luke and Leia, Anakin and Padmé's four-year-old children. The couple had decided to take a day off, and the two of you volunteered to babysit the little devils while their parents rested on a nearby vacation planet.

You had taken the children to the meadows of Naboo, where you had a picnic.

Luke was calmer, listening to everything you told him and eating quietly at your side. It was obvious that he was very much like Padmé, his beloved mom. He told you about his latest adventures with his Aunt Soka, and all that his dad was teaching him about the force.

On the other side, there was Leia. A very mischievous and playful little girl, and really, really stubborn. She had Obi-Wan running all over the meadow, laughing and teasing. Her personality was a mirror image of Anakin.

You had laughed when your fiancé finally sat back down next to you, his hair disheveled and his breathing accelerated from exhaustion. Leia didn't look worn out at all, and she pulled Luke - who groaned but followed her anyway - to show him some flowers she had found.

Obi-Wan had seen your smile looking at those beautiful children, and he didn't miss the opportunity that night to mention it.

You were lying next to him, your head on his bare chest, tracing little shapes on his abdomen. He stroked your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. “ Dear?”

You looked up, finding a smile on his face. “Yes, love?”

“Have you thought about having children?” your heart jumped at the sudden question.

Had you thought about having children? Absolutely. Since you were still in the order, the war wouldn't start and you were assigned to take care of the little younglings. Those intelligent little ones, who made you laugh with their tenderness and affection. And when you had begun to be with Obi-Wan, those desires had increased even more. But at that moment, it was practically impossible. Your relationship was secret and prohibited by the Jedi Code. The good thing was that you had decided to take a step back from that life four years ago now, and you could now have a normal life.

“The truth? Yes.” You sighed, feeling a warmth in your chest. “I think it's always been one of my biggest dreams.”

“I saw the way you looked at Luke and Leia today.”

You laughed softly. “They're wonderful little guys.”

“And...wouldn't you like to have your own?”

You looked into his eyes, your heart racing. You could feel in your bond that he was nervous. “Obi-Wan. What are you implying?”

He sat up in bed, trying to hold back his smile. “Today, when we were playing with the children... I could feel your excitement. Your maternal instinct. You... you'd make a great mother, my dear.” You blushed a little at his praise. “And obviously, I've always known that. But now I realized...we're not in the order anymore. We can be free, darling.”

He took your hand, helping you sit on the bed beside him, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “We can start a family. Have a baby. Just ours.”

Your breath hitched as you listened to his plans. A family. Just of you. Obi-Wan, you, and a little baby. It sounded perfect.

“My love...” You didn't know what to say. You rested your hands on his cheeks, drawing him in to bring your foreheads together. “It's... everything I've ever dreamed of. Nothing would make me happier than to have a family with you.”

Obi-Wan laughed excitedly, grabbing you by the waist to join your lips in a slow, soulful kiss. Wanting to convey to you everything he was feeling at this moment.

He took you in his arms, letting you straddle his lap. You rested your hands on his cheeks, enjoying the feel of his beard against your skin.

When you had to separate for lack of air, you pressed your foreheads together, trying to calm your breathing and giggling like two little kids. You were so excited. Your eyes were sparkling with anticipation. He couldn't wait for the moment when you would be with a round belly, full of life that he had helped you create.

“As much as I'd like to start trying to create a baby now,” he began, gently caressing your waist over the t-shirt you were wearing. “The kids wore me out. Kriff, Leia's a little monster. No one's made me run that hard since Anakin was a kid.”

You laughed, leaving a small kiss on his lips. “Hopefully, I can tell you that maybe our child won't be as troublemaking as Ani's.”

“Mmm... I'm not sure about that. I'll have to ask Master Plo what you were like as a little girl to confirm that.”

You gave him a little tap on the shoulder. “Oh, no. Don't even think about it.”

In the end, in between teasing, you ended up sound asleep in each other's arms.

You were truly living your dream. You were free at last. Nothing was perfect, obviously. But at least you had each other, and the world could know of your love. That was the most important thing.

Almost a week passed, you had both been busy with your jobs and household chores, but today was the day. You had planned a special evening with your beloved, and it would end with both of you in bed.

You prepared Obi-Wan's favorite meal, and made Meiloorun cake for dessert. You dined while you chatted lightly. Your gazes constantly connected, full of complicity and laughter.

When you finished, he got up to pick up the dishes and gave you a kiss of thanks. “That was delicious, darling. Thank you so much. However... I should ask, what was the occasion? Not that we need one to enjoy an evening together, but you understand.”

You laughed, nodding. “Yes, I understand. And... It's a surprise.”

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? And when do I get to find out?”

You stood up, stroking his beard. “Soon.” You stood on tiptoe to kiss him, he tasted of the wine you'd had at dinner. You bit his lower lip before pulling away and winking at him. “When you're free, come see me in our room.”

And off you went, leaving him with his mind a mess. Kriff, better hurry. He washed the dishes at full speed, making sure everything was in order to finally go to the room.

His heart was beating like crazy, he was trying to decipher something with your force bond but you were hiding it very well.

He opened the door, his breath hitching as he discovered your expected surprise.

You were lying on the bed, red lingerie adorned your body. And upon it, his Jedi robe. You smiled seductively at him, motioning for him to come closer.

Obi-Wan walked towards you slowly, as you rose, kneeling on the bed. He grabbed your waist, his eyes devouring you. The fabric of your bra was semi-transparent, and he could feel your nipples erect with excitement.

“So? What do you think?”

“You look... perfect.” He whispered, his gaze riveted on your beautiful body. His hands caressed your hips, your waist, moving up until his thumbs caressed your breasts, making you moan slightly. “Where did you get the cloak?”

“It was stored in an old box.” You shrugged. “I remember how much you used it...” Your breath hitched at the warmth of his hands on your body.

You posed your arms around his neck, pulling him close for a wet, hungry kiss. His tongue entering your mouth, tasting you.

You rose fully off the bed, now standing next to him, his big hands massaging your ass. Your hands worked on unbuttoning his shirt, pulling you apart to give him kisses on his neck. He moved his head aside to give you more room, feeling his cock harden from the way you were devouring his neck.

You shed the cloak, leaving only the small lingerie covering your body. You kissed him once more on the lips, smiling at him before kneeling in front of him, your eyes never leaving his. You were now level with his growing bulge. You licked your lips, eager to have his cock in your mouth.

Obi-Wan blushed, running his hands through your hair. “You know you don't have to, my dear.”

“But I want to. Let me please you, Obi-Wan."

He exhaled sharply, his eyes darkened by the lust he was feeling at that moment. Seeing you so excited to have him in your mouth brought out something inside him that was hard to control. “All right, baby. Do it.”

You unbuckled his belt, dropping his pants. Obi-Wan's cock was hard in his briefs, the fabric wet with pre-cum. You licked your lips, pulling down the last remaining piece of his sturdy body, freeing his erect member.

It was large, not gigantic, but longer than most. And wide, wide enough to have you begging him to have it all in you. You took it between your hands, stroking the tip with your thumb, filling your hand with pre-cum to lubricate it. Obi-Wan squirmed under your touch. You laughed a little, moving your hand slowly over his length. You brought it to your mouth, sucking on the glans and releasing it with a pop.

Obi-Wan gripped your hair a little firmly, but not that firmly because he didn't want to hurt you. “Stop teasing.” You looked up, searching his eyes. He was breathless, his mouth slightly open. It was a beautiful sight.

You lowered your head down his entire length, taking him slowly until you had him all in your mouth, his tip almost touching the beginning of your throat. Obi-Wan moaned slightly, which made you stir slightly, your center soaking wet.

You pulled back, licking his entire length and tip, as you moved your hand up and down masturbating him.

“Darling-” He murmured as you took him again with your mouth, making him let out another sigh of pleasure. “You're doing so well, love.”

His grip on your hair grew tighter, your lips wrapping deliciously around its full length. He was getting impatient, and you loved that.

He began moving your head up and down, using you for pleasure, all the while whispering praise. “That's my baby. You're doing it perfect. Yes... It feels so good.”

Obi-Wan was not shy. He moaned openly, enjoying your mouth. You closed your thighs, trying to cause friction on your needy clit.

You felt his breathing quicken, his orgasm was coming. “Oh, Maker. Kriff, Darling, I-” You moaned against his cock, his hand guiding your head. “Wait-”

He pulled you roughly, his cum splashing on your face. The sensation and the sounds they made excited you more, as you tried to catch your breath.

You stood there for a few seconds with your breathing quickened, processing what had just happened. Then, Obi-Wan knelt down in front of you, taking your face in his hands. “My dear. Are you all right? I didn't mean to be rough with you.”

You laughed lightly. “Don't worry, love.”

“You were amazing. That was... Maker. That was perfect, love.”

He scooped up the cum on your face with his thumb, resting it in front of your lips. “Open up, darling.”

You obeyed immediately, savoring his scent. You closed your eyes, sucking on his finger. Obi-Wan let out a whimper at this. “Shit.”

He grabbed you in his arms, tossing you gently onto the bed and perching on top of you. “This is just beginning, my dear.”

He kissed you again, slower this time, tasting his essence on your mouth. You moaned slightly, his hands roaming all over your body, knowing it even better than his own.

He unfastened your bra with agility, freeing your breasts and attacking them with kisses and nibbles, his growing erection brushing lightly against your wet pussy.

“Shit.” You whimpered, stirring under his big body. You needed him. “Love, please. I need you.” You whispered.

He looked down at you, chuckling slightly at your desperation. “I must get you ready first, my dear.”

He moved his hand down to the strap of your panties, wrapping it teasingly around his finger as you grew increasingly impatient.

His thumb lightly rubbed your center, eliciting a whimper from you. “So wet for me.”

He finally got rid of your underwear, spreading your legs for him.

“That's it, gorgeous.” He stroked your clit, moving his finger in small circles. Your hips moved involuntarily, seeking more friction. “You like it, hm?”

“Yes...” You murmured, closing your eyes at such a long awaited touch. He proceeded to kiss you again, while stimulating your clitoris with his hand.

His middle finger slipped inside you, making him gasp at the ease. “Shit. You're ready for me, aren't you, darling?”

You only moaned in response, wanting more.

He began to move his finger, pulling it in and out of your pussy, faster and faster as your moans increased.

He increased another finger, opening them like scissors to expand you further and prepare you for him.

“Oh- Kriff. Obi-Wan, please.”

“Please what?”

“I need your cock... Please.”

He laughed a little at this, leaving a small kiss on your neck. “You want my cock, hm? You want me to fuck you until I breed you? Stuff you with my cum until I make you a baby?”

You moaned in surprise. You weren't used to your fiancé using such dirty words. But you couldn't deny that you loved it. “Yes... Please. Fuck me. Breed me.”

Obi-Wan grunted at this, withdrawing his fingers and taking his cock, rubbing it lightly at your entrance.

“Maker. Just- Do it.” Your murmurs were interrupted as you felt his cock impaling you, filling you almost completely.

He used his knees to rock, ramming you again and again. All you could hear were the wet sounds of your bodies coming together, and your moans.

You wrapped your arms around Obi-Wan's back, kissing him again, your tongues tasting each other.

Your nails dug into his back as you felt his cock at your sweet spot, your legs trembling and your breathing was ragged as you moaned audibly. “Oh... Maker- Yeah, right there. Obi-Wan...”

Obi-Wan just whimpered in response, his head in the hollow of your neck, leaving kisses and nibbles all over the place. Your pussy was contracting perfectly against his cock, and it was making him feel closer and closer.

The thought of the possible outcome of this night, your pregnant, round-bellied fruit of his love, was turning him on that much more, murmuring praises to you.

You began to feel a warmth in your abdomen, growing more and more. Your orgasm was coming.

“Love... I'm-I'm close.”

“Me too.” Obi-Wan murmured into your neck. “Let's come together, darling. Let me breed you.”

You nodded, his voice trying to resist being enough so he could release you.

Your orgasm felt like fireworks in your chest, the pleasure taking over and building as you felt Obi-Wan's hot liquid filling you.

You pressed your foreheads together, trying to recover together. He tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear, smiling at you. You could feel your legs shaking, your pussy throbbing from the recent pleasure-fest.

“That was amazing. You were amazing.”

You laughed lightly. “You were amazing. We've been together for so many years, and I don't think I've ever heard you talk so dirty.”

Obi-Wan blushed, pulling out of you with a whimper, and falling down next to you. “Yeah, about that... I'm sorry. I got a little carried away. If you don't like it, I understand and-”

You interrupted him, resting a finger on his lips. “Hey, hey, love. You were fantastic. I've never seen that side of you before, but I can't deny I loved it.”

He just smiled, shy but pleased. He'd make a note for future times. “I hope this works.” He brought his hand to your abdomen, stroking it lightly.

“So do I. In fact, I checked my calendar. I'm ovulating right now, so the odds of it working are pretty high.”

Obi-Wan kissed your forehead. “Let's hope it does. And if not, we can keep trying, right?”

You laughed, rolling over until you were on top of him again. “That's right. What's more... I'd like to start from now.”

“Let's get on with it.”

Many rounds later, you were both absolutely exhausted.

You woke up the next morning, completely sore in your core. You looked around, you were on top of Obi-Wan, who was sleeping peacefully. You raised your eyebrows in surprise when you noticed something very peculiar. Your fiancé's cock was still in you. You really must have been exhausted.

You lowered yourself off him with a groan, your hips aching. You felt sticky, you felt traces of dried cum running down your legs. But you would worry about that later. Now you just wanted to go back to sleep in your fiancé's arms.

© obiwansito, 2024. reposts, copies and translations are not allowed. my work cannot be used for training AI.

[thatlotuscookie]

Hello! Hope you have a good day 😄 Could I request some nsfw headcanons or maybe even a scenario 🤭 for Woo Jinchul? I was thinking something soft, he seems like the type to take really good care of his S/O, very attentive. I think I'd melt :((

✧･ﾟ: a/n: thanks for your request i had sm fun writing this, sorry for the late posting guys!! working on a project for my engineering club ^_^ hope you enjoy and feel free to send more reqs if ever you want. wrote a scenario after the headcanons so if you wanna skip to that, just scroll :<

Woo Jin-Chul x !FemReader (soft love making hcs)

King of Praise Kink.

Jinchul worships your reactions. He gets off on watching you fall apart for him. Whether you’re whimpering under his tongue or moaning into the sheets while he’s deep inside, he’s got that low, reverent voice.

Loves slow, intense eye contact

He needs to look into your eyes when he’s inside you. That dead-serious, I’m-making-love-to-your-soul type stare that melts your spine. If you try to look away? He gently grabs your chin and brings your gaze back.

His fingers are god-tier

They’re thick, dexterous, and holy fucking hell does he know how to use them. Two fingers can leave you shaking if he curls them just right — and trust me, he always curls them just right. While kissing your neck. He might not even need his dick to ruin your life. But oh, when he does use it...

Morning sex is slow, lazy, and absolutely filthy

He wakes up half-hard, your body draped over him, and instead of rushing out of bed like some uptight workaholic, he kisses your shoulder, mumbles “stay with me a little longer,” and starts grinding into you under the sheets. It’s sleepy, messy, and intimate as fuck. His voice is extra deep in the morning and he stays inside you long after you both finish. Just… exists in that afterglow with his hand on your waist and his forehead against yours.

Slow grinding is his favorite

Sure, he can rail you. And when he finally snaps? Holy shit. Walls will rattle. But his favorite? The deep, slow grind with your legs wrapped around his waist, foreheads touching, and the sound of skin on skin filling the room like music. He holds your hand while fucking you. Kisses your knuckles, your jaw, your nose. Yeah, and now you’re crying during sex again. Congrats.

Mutual pleasure is non-negotiable.

You finish first. Always. If he has to edge himself raw while you come three times in a row? So be it. That man lives to see you satisfied. He gets off on it. Seeing you cum is his kink. He'll eat you out until your thighs shake and you're trying to push his head away, and he just grabs your hips tighter and growls about how you can give him one more. And you know it’s never just one more.

Dirty talk is gentle, but wrecking.

He’s not loud. He doesn’t bark orders. What he does is whisper filth like a lullaby in that smooth, gravel-soft voice that turns your brain into soup. It’s not just dirty. It’s emotionally compromising. He’ll fuck you stupid and make you feel like the love of his goddamn life all at once.

Touches you like he missed you, even if it’s only been an hour.

His hands linger everywhere. Thighs, hips, lower back. Constant touches, constant grounding. You’re not just getting dicked down — you’re getting held. Possessed, but not owned. And if you say “please” in the right tone? He’ll melt for you.

He absolutely gets off on soft aftercare

Post-sex Woo Jinchul is a menace. He’ll hold you like he’s scared to let go, wrap you in his shirt, and stroke your hair while telling you how good you were, how much he loves you, how proud he is. And then he’ll make you water, run you a bath, and carry you there himself. No shame. He wants you to feel taken care of in every way. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. Carnally.

You barely get the door shut before the exhaustion hits you like a freight train. The day’s been shit. No, worse than shit — a full-on mental gangbang of stress, overwork, and emotional whiplash. You feel hollow. Numb. Like you could collapse right here and let the floor swallow you whole.

But you don’t. Because Woo Jinchul is home.

The scent of him — that clean, cedarwood warmth — hits you before you even see him. He steps around the corner, already unbuttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt, tie hanging loose, and the second he lays eyes on you, everything in him sharpens. Not in alarm — in focus.

He doesn’t say “what’s wrong?” or “are you okay?” because he knows. He sees it in the slump of your shoulders, in the way your eyes won’t meet his.

“Come here.”

Two words. That’s all. And you go.

He wraps you in those broad, strong arms, your face pressed to his chest where you can hear the steady beat of his heart. He’s solid, warm, grounding — like if you let go, you might float the fuck away, and he knows it. One hand cradles the back of your head; the other smooths slow circles over your back.

“You don’t have to carry any of it right now,” he murmurs into your hair. “Let me carry you for a while.”

Fuck. That alone almost breaks you.

He leads you — slow, unhurried — to the bedroom. No sudden moves, no pressure. Just quiet care. He undresses you carefully, like you’re fragile, but not weak. Like you deserve to be cherished. Shirt first, then pants. His fingers trail your skin reverently, brushing every newly revealed patch like he’s memorizing it.

“You’ve been through enough today,” he says, voice low, rough with emotion. “Let me take care of you properly.”

He doesn’t get naked yet. No rush. This isn’t about him right now. He guides you to lie back on the bed and slips in beside you, fully clothed. His hand rests over your heart, warm and steady. His lips brush your temple.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

You whisper his name, shaky and needy, and he finally moves — kissing down your neck, over your collarbone, his breath soft and warm.

“You’re so good for me,” he whispers, lips ghosting over your skin. “You give so much. Let me give it all back.”

And then he goes down. Slow. Deliberate. His tongue parts you like a prayer, and he fucking devours you with that lethal focus of his. No rushing. He builds you up like he’s composing a symphony with his mouth — steady rhythm, perfectly placed strokes, moaning against you when your thighs twitch.

“That’s it… fuck, baby, you taste so sweet…”

You’re shaking before he’s even started using his fingers. He slips one inside, slow, curling it just right while he keeps licking — coaxing you open with nothing but care and patience.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he groans, looking up at you from between your legs with pure fucking awe. “Taking my fingers so well. So damn perfect.”

And then, only after your body is already trembling from the edge, does he finally undress. Shirt off, muscles flexing as he peels it away. His eyes never leave yours.

“You sure?” he asks, even though your body’s fucking screaming yes. You nod, and he leans down to kiss you — deep, tongue slipping into your mouth like he owns it — and lines himself up.

When he pushes in, it’s slow. Agonizingly slow. He groans like he’s feeling heaven for the first time.

“Fuck… you’re so warm. So tight around me… You always take me so damn well.”

His forehead rests against yours, your fingers laced together beside your head as he starts to move. Not fast. Deep. Like he’s fucking you to anchor himself.

“You don’t have to do anything, baby,” he murmurs. “Just let me love you.”

His hand cradles your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek, and his other arm wraps around your waist, holding you like he needs to feel you everywhere. Every thrust is slow, dragging, calculated to make you feel every inch.

“That’s it… let go for me. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

He kisses you again — messy this time, open-mouthed and gasping, like he needs your breath to survive. You moan into his mouth, your nails raking down his back, and he shudders.

“God, baby, you’re everything. You hear me?” His voice is rough, strained with emotion. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

You’re damn near sobbing when you come, clinging to him like he’s the only solid thing in the world. He doesn’t stop — just rides you through it, holding you close, whispering praise in your ear.

“So beautiful… So good for me… You did so well, baby. So fucking well.”

He finishes with a broken groan, burying himself in deep and holding you tight. Not possessive. Not rough. Just there. His whole body wrapped around you like a promise.

And he doesn’t let go.

He cleans you up tenderly — not rushed, not clinical. Warm towel, gentle hands. Then he pulls you onto his chest, blankets wrapped tight, one hand stroking your hair.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time,” he whispers. “Not when you’re with me.”

And you fall asleep in his arms, safe, wrecked, loved beyond words — while Woo Jinchul holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

[humpster35]

The Summer I Met You

Toxic!Bf Matt x Soft!Blackgirl Reader

Part Two

|Contains: cheating, manipulation, slight physical abuse, alcohol and unprotected sex

The walk to the beach felt calming. I watched as the people passing by me all looked so consumed in their own thoughts. I wondered what they were thinking about? Did they feel this emotional after a comment? Do they love the ocean as much as I do?

After exhaling in and out, I finally reached my destination. It felt cold but in a way that made me feel at home. Growing up, back at home there wasn’t an ocean around or not too many beaches. But here…I feel so free. My body is laying in the sand, becoming one with it while the air blowing on my skin mimics my breathing. This is what I came here for, not him. I shouldn’t have slapped him.

In my head I knew what he said was wrong, but he had also been clearly drinking. Fuck. My conscious is guilty. Maybe if I had just ignored him i’d be in Chris’s room now. All you do is run away Y/n. It’s all you’ve known. You even ran away from your hometown. For what?

Sitting up, I looked straight ahead into the dark clouds. Everything was so blue, so deep. I wanted nothing more than to escape there. But I couldn’t, because this was reality and dreams don’t come true. I’m suddenly pulled out of my thoughts when I feel someone fall onto me.

“Hey-.” I started to say but then noticed how attractive the guy laying across my lap was.

“Shit. Sorry bout that.” He stood up and dusted off his blue shorts. He had brown hair, tan skin and the most gorgeous brown eyes i’ve ever seen.

I watch as he sticks his left hand out to greet me.

“Names Hamzah. I didn’t mean to fall on you.” He smiled showing all his teeth. The backwards hat on his head made some of his curls peak out as I took his hand and shook it.

“I’m Y/n. Also you’re fine, I was just uhm.” I looked straight ahead again as the wind blew in my curls.

Hamzah stuck his head forward and looked to where I was looking before looking back at me.

“You were what?”

Realizing how I zoned out I quickly composed myself and shook my head smiling.

“Nothing. Sorry-. I’m just here for the beach.”

“The beach? This your first time?” Hamzah picked up a volleyball that landed in the sand next to us. He only needed one hand to hold it. The bracelets around his wrist made me interested.

“What’s that?” I pointed to his wrist.

Hamzah looked down and smiled. He then brought his wrist up giving me permission to hold it.

“This.” He pointed to a beige colored bracelet that had the word “Martin.” written on it.

“This is a gift my friend gave me.Yea he’s an idiot sometimes and it was for a video.”

I nodded and then let go of his wrist. Oh so must be a youtuber also. I wouldn’t have known of him anyways, Nick told me that I should only watch their videos. But I never got around to it, due to working three jobs to save up money. Nick was the one who paid for my flight out here. I really am grateful for him.

“Oh it’s really cool.”

I sat back down and Hamzah sat next to me.

“Aren’t you gonna go finish the game?” I chuckled.

Hamzah smiled and threw the ball behind him.

“Nah. I think I wanna stare at this view a little longer.” I watched his eyes stare deep into mine. My heart was racing and I nodded.

“Yea I love the ocean too.” I spoke quietly now as the sky got even more darker, making only the street lights visible.

Hamzah stared at Y/n and observed the way her hair blew in the wind, the way her eyes steadied only on the chaotic waves and he let out a low laugh.

“Yea. I was talking about the ocean.”

Narrative Pov:

Hamzah grabbed y/n’s hand and pulled her to the ocean. They both shared a laugh as the waves hit the soles of their feet. The wind blowing hard made some water go into Hamzahs eye. As y/n laughed, Hamzah couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. The sky was turning into an intricate pink and purple color, highlighting y/n’s brown skin.

This is what she needed. Y/n needed to get her mind off of anything negative and just enjoy life. Hamzah was helping her do that and for that, she knew she could trust him. She grabbed his body, pulling him closer as a huge wave hit their right side in the background. Hamzah laughed hysterically and every other sound in the world became mute.

After being in the water for ten minutes, the pair walked back to the beach. The pink and purple had disappeared and in came the night sky. Y/n sat next to Hamzah and looked back into the ocean. It was like she was observing the place they had been.

It was a comforting silence between the two as they watched the waves clash into the rocks. The wind blew harder which made Y/n shiver.

“Hey do you want my hoodie?” Hamzah asked while already taking it off.

Y/n looked at him and nodded. She didn’t think anything of it and just thought that he was being nice.

“Yes. Thank you.”

Hamzah smiled softly at her and put an arm around her. Y/n let him and the pair stayed liked this for awhile until Y/n got a text.

unknown number

~where are you?

Y/n Pov:

Who was this? I just bought this phone and only gave my number to Nick. Could it be him? After looking at my phone screen I watched as the number started typing again

unknown number is typing……..

~look just tell me where you are. Nick told me to come pick you up

Hamzah looked at me concerned. I awkwardly smiled at him.

“Will you excuse me for a moment?”

I got up, still wearing his hoodie and got ready to call whoever this was.

Phone call:

Y/n~ Hello?

UN~ Yea? Where the hell are you, Nicks worried. I told him what happened

I paused in my tracks hearing Chris’s voice. I had ran away without even telling Nick I was going out. Was he gonna be mad at me? Shit. I better get home now.

Y/n~ Oh fuck. I’m sorry Chris. Yea I just came to the beach and I didn’t mean to slap Matt—.

Chris~ It’s okay. He’s not even mad. What he said was wrong and I should’ve stuck up for you

It got silent for a minute

Chris~ Please come home. Nick misses you

Y/n~ I know and i’m sorry if I made him upset.

Chris~ I…I also miss you

Y/n~…….

Chris~…….

Hamzah stands up and walks next to me. He smiles at me and takes some sand out of my hair. I muttered a quiet “thank you”

Y/n~ Okay well i’m on the way there.

Chris~ It’s dark outside I’ll pick you up-.

Y/n~No no you don’t have to do that

Chris~ How will you get back then?

Hamzah grabbed my phone and held it up to his ear before speaking.

Hamzah~ Hi. I just met Y/n but I can assure you that she will get there safely

Chris~……Who the fuck are you?

Hamzah~ I’m her friend…I think?

Laughing in the background, I nodded at him and then took the phone back.

Y/n~ Chris okay i’ll be there in like 10

Chris~ Okay.

End of Call

Y/n’s PoV

Ohmygod that was so amazing. I never thought that I would meet anyone else besides Nicks friends. But I guess L.A has more to offer than just mopey sad guys and pollution. After saying my goodbyes to Hamzah, because I decided to just walk back, I watched a car pull up.

Thinking nothing of it, I continued walking up the hill almost reaching the docks to head home. I walked about three steps until I hear a car horn blaring.

“Get in the car.”

My body froze. I knew exactly whose voice that was. What was he doing here? How did he even know I would be here? Why was he picking me up and not Chris? Then I remembered I asked Chris not to come get me.

Narrative PoV:

Matt got out of his car and walked to y/n. He noticed she was now wearing a dark blue hoodie that obviously didn’t belong to her. It fit loosely on her small frame. His eyes never left hers and he simply grabbed her by the wrist and started walking with her, back to the car.

Y/n’s PoV:

I stopped walking.

“Wait Matt.”

I watched him turn around. His hand was still holding my wrist in it as delicately as possible. For some reason I thought he would be much rougher with me, but he wasn’t.

“Why did you stop walking?” Matt’s voice was low and he didn’t smell like alcohol anymore. He clearly had showered and got himself ready to come and get me. But why?

“I wanted to say i’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you, that’s not like me.” My voice came out shakily and I anxiously played with the strings of Hamzahs hoodie.

Matt noticed this and scoffed to himself. I felt as he let go of my wrist and run a hand through his brown hair.

“I didn’t even feel it. Now let’s go before Nick starts an amber alert.”

I laughed and nodded. Matt smiled softly at me and we both finished walking to the car. Once inside to my surprise, was a girl with tannish skin and long brown hair. She was beautiful.

Matt looked back at me in the backseat and smirked.

“Oh right. This is Madison. You two havent met right?” His voice was cocky and obnoxious as I watch him pull out a piece of gum from the front of his car. There was a pack of condoms visible also.

Madison smiled softly at me before speaking.

“Hi. It’s nice to meet you. Matt told me he had to pick up Nicks little friend. That must be you right?”

Her eyes shot daggers at me but her tone was soft which left me confused. Sending her a simple nod, Matt started driving home. During the whole car ride, I watched as Matt’s hand would rest on the high part of Madison’s thigh and she would bite her lips at him.

I don’t know why this bothered me so much, but I just turned my attention back outside of the window. The speed at which Matt drove was intoxicating. It’s the perfect amount of slow and fast. I liked whenever he went over a bump, he would let out a low “shit.” This made my body heat up. I had to let these thoughts go though, I glanced back to the couple in front of me and saw Matt’s eyes already looking at me from the mirror.

“Y/n when you get here you go to the room on the right. That’s the room you’ll be staying in.” Matt spoke with authority and clearness. The red light we were at felt like it lasted for an hour. Meanwhile, Madison applied more lipstick and fixed her dress.

“Okay.” I quietly said and felt Matt’s hand rub my knee. He smiled softly at me before turning his attention to Madison and kissing her. While his hand was still on my knee.

Feeling uncomfortable and awkward I try to move Matt’s hand away but he just keeps it there and when Madison moves to kiss his neck he says “good girl.” But he was staring at me the whole time.

“Matt can you guys do that when i’m out of the car?”

Matt rolled his eyes and removed his hand from my knee.

“Don’t be such a prude y/n. Have you never seen someone kiss before?” This causes Madison to giggle and me to blush. I looked down at my lap and thought about Hamzah. Did I wanna kiss him?

Matt noticed this and clenched his jaw. It’s like he knew how to get in my mind. He continued driving until he finally arrived to the apartment.

“We’re here. You can get out now.” Matt blankly spoke as he looked straight ahead.

I didn’t even respond to him, I got out and slammed the door. Hearing Matt’s car pull off I sigh and got ready to open the door.

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part one

[managone16]

Match made in Heaven

Regulus meets James at a party and they start meeting more often. 

Lily meets Pandora at an art gallery and they hit up.

Pandora and Regulus realise what is happening. So, talk about it and they know from the beginning about the flirting, only proceeding knowing the other isn’t getting hurt.

One day, Lily kisses Pandora and soon Regulus kisses James.

Reg and Pandora talk about it and they realise what is happening and they laugh so much.

A small scene that gives the glimpse of James and Lily’s tireful and a uneventfully routined marriage.

One day, during a whole group meetup, they play never have I ever. During this, James and Lily drink when Barty asks that if anyone has cheated on someone.

Pandora sees them both drink and asks if they are finally telling everything to everyone.

Chaos ensues.

"It’s too fucking funny." "It’s practically an open marriage."

Sirius is just shocked about his baby brother shagging James, his best friend. Evan and Barty knew about it, because Pandora couldn't keep it in. As for Mary, Marlene, Dorcas, Remus, Peter, Emmeline and Sirius, they are all so lost and confused before they realise just how the "match made in heaven" of the group had better matches. They all laugh it off. James and Lily see their marriage crumble, but realise it is for the best.

[fandomfuntimem]

Dp x dc: batshit crazy driver au.

Bruce hired a new personal driver for the Wayne's. He was a nice enough guy. His grades weren't great, but he was a great driver and very patient. Like, really patient. Like, he is so unbothered by traffic, stupid drivers, and villain attacks, its kinda scary. But all the background checks came back clean. Minus his mad scientists parents, of course.

Daniel (Danny) Fenton. He could relate to any of the Wayne kids and hold an intelligent conversation with Bruce. Bruce feels that he doesn't need to be all Brucie Wayne around the young man. He doesn't know about their nightly activities yet, though. They're not quite sure if he even needs to know.

The first sign there was something more to Danny happened when Tim was sitting in the passenger seat. Tim was struggling with a math problem. It was driving him nuts. It only took a quick glance for Daniel to solve it, though, "it's thirty-six"

"What?"

"The answer is Thirty-six. You forgot to carry the three."

"Huh..."

He was right, Tim made a simple mistake, sure. But that was advanced college level math. Danny was a straight c student and never went to college. It only took him a momentary glance to solve it. Tim, though suspicious, chalked it up to a simple case of gifted kid syndrome. He related to it and began to consult with Danny on some of his math problems. Danny was more than happy to help, for a price, of course.

Then, there was a villain attack. The villain's goons ran rampant through the city, terrorizing anyone unfortunate enough to be outside at the time. But not Danny, they'll tried, oooh they tried. But those goons swiftly found themselves zip tied, in the trunk of a car, and on their way to jail. All while Danny blasted some music by a small artist named 'Ember'.

Alright. He is in Gotham, and his mother was a black belt, so maybe he was just well trained. Its good to know how to deffend yourself.

Then, Damien was kidnapped. It was so fast they barely saw, but a white van sped by and grabbed Damien as he made his way tawords the car. Initially, Damien expected the chauffeur to panic and call the police. But when shouting and cursing were heard from the front seat, and the men in the back slipped the van door open to check behind them, it was revealed Danny had followed them and he had a gun.

What could only be described as an action movie chase scene ensued. Every corner they swerved, every shortcut they took, Danny was right behind them. Driving like a bat out of hell, he shouted and fired at the wheels of the van. Knocking one out, the van swerved and was forced to come to a stop.

A kidnapper grabbed Damien by the hair and held a gun to his head, but before the threat could even leave his mouth a bullet flew through his hand. He dropped Damien and fell to the ground screaming, clutching his hand.

The kidnapper in the van already took off running but was swiftly stopped by Redhood arriving just in time to see Danny helping Damien up and checking him over, profusely apologizing for "letting this happen."

When asked why he did all of it, his simply answered, "I don't think I would get paid if I let Mr. Wayne's kid die! I can't let a kid die in general!"

Bruce, of course, gave the young man a bonus and a few days off for the stunt. Accompanied wlth a few stern words about safety. What was truly remarkable was that there was not a single scratch on the car. Untouched, meaning he never hit anything during the whole ordeal. "I just learned what not to do from my dad!" He joked, but Bruce felt that, despite the clear joking tone, there was some truth to the statement.

The family is suspicious, very suspicious. The man they previously viewed as their simple and humble driver turned out to be a monster of a fighter, and they have no idea how or why.

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A/N: Feel free to add onto this in any way you would like :3

[miihho]

Can you please write type of guy headcanons for dae ho and gi hun 🥺? Thank you ❤️

THE KIND OF GUY

(squid game edition boys) nsfw

Dae ho / Player 388

— DAE HO IS THE KIND OF GUY who radiates warmth and loyalty, like a golden retriever. When Dae ho saw you effortlessly take down the two bullies harassing someone else, his eyes gleamed with admiration, captivated by your strength and resolve. As the crowd erupted in applause, he couldn’t help but feel an even deeper respect for you. In that moment, you earned not only their admiration but his as well. (His crush on you was developing gradually.)

—He's the kind of guy who blushes whenever you're near, his nerves getting the best of him as he stammers while talking to you, laughing awkwardly. It's all because you're so sweet to him—and to everyone else, too! He can't help but adore that about you.

—He’s the kind of guy who genuinely wants to get to know you better, not just the surface-level details, but the little things that make you who you are. He asks questions with true curiosity, listens intently, and cherishes every story you share. To him, understanding you isn’t just about filling in gaps—it’s about building a connection that goes beyond the ordinary.

—He’s the kind of guy who secretly gives you his food. One day, after returning from your bed, you noticed some milk on it. Curiosity piqued, you wondered who could have left it there, but hey, free milk, right? So you drank it. If he saw you enjoying it, he'd be totally happy inside, his heart warming at the thought of you drinking it. But if you didn’t, and instead gave it to someone else, he'd feel a little sad, pouting as he quietly watched from afar.

— He’s the type of guy who daydreams about you even in his sleep, a soft smile playing on his lips as he imagines taking you out on a date, giving you flowers, and writing you heartfelt letters. He’s kind and sweet, but also shy around you.

— He’s the type of guy who supports you wholeheartedly, cheering you on through every victory. He wishes and prays that you’ll make it through the next game, and when you do, his heart swells with happiness. He desperately wants to run up to you, hug you tightly, and lift you off the ground, spinning you in the air while admiring you. But his nerves hold him back. Instead, he smiles shyly from a distance, watching as others celebrate your success, his joy quietly battling with his anxiety as he longs to be the one to congratulate you.

—He’s the kind of guy who admires you from afar, his heart skipping a beat every time you smile. When you're talking with your teammates, he can't help but stare at you lovingly, a soft smile creeping onto his face. But when Jung Bae notices his smile and asks about it, he panics, nervously brushing it off as nothing. If Jung Bae catches on to who he's looking at, he’d tease him, leaving him blushing and flustered, unable to hide his feelings.

— He’s also the kind of guy who would protect you no matter the cost. One night, when it was time to sleep, he stayed watch over you, ensuring your safety. In the process, he nearly put himself in danger, but managed to take care of the threat. Just as he thought it was over, he noticed someone about to ambush you from behind. Without hesitation, he shouted your name.

“Y/n!” he called out, grabbing your attention. As you turned to face him, he ran toward you, tackling you to the ground just in time to shield you from a knife aimed at your back. He placed a protective hand on your head, his heart pounding in his chest.

After dealing with the person who tried to harm you, he was consumed with worry, his concern for you evident in every glance. His hands trembled as he checked for any injuries, his eyes scanning your body for bruises. When he finally saw you were okay, relief washed over him, and he couldn’t help but smile, saying softly, “I’m glad you’re alright, Y/n.”

— He’s the kind of guy who, when you're speaking to him, finds it hard to hear anything at all. You're simply glowing, and he's so completely lost in admiration for you, smiling without even realizing it. When a strand of your hair falls across your face, he can't help but gently tuck it behind your ear. The moment you look up at him, his heart skips a beat, and he suddenly becomes acutely aware of what he’s done. Flustered, he starts to stutter out a flurry of excuses, his nervousness betraying him. But all you do is laugh softly, calling him "cute." That single, simple word sends his heart into a frantic race, leaving him breathless and unable to shake the warmth spreading through him.

—He’s the kind of guy who would go to any length to protect you, even if it means hurting the people who’ve hurt you. He’ll keep going until his fists bleed, unable to stop because his care for you runs so deep. He doesn’t want to see you in pain, and his love for you pushes him to act without thinking of the consequences. Even when you beg him to stop, he’s torn, unable to hold back the intensity of his emotions. But deep down, you know that right? That he just cares for you more than anything.

—He’s the kind of guy who’ll do whatever it takes to cheer you up when you’re feeling down. When you're crying, he'll be right there, comforting you with soft, reassuring words like, "I’ll be here for you," and "It’s okay, everything’s going to be alright." He’ll pull you into his arms, wrapping you in a warm embrace, rubbing your back gently as he holds you close, offering a quiet strength that makes you feel safe. His presence is enough to ease the weight on your heart, as he promises to always be there for you, no matter what.

—He’s the kind of guy who, when in love, will sneakily try to get closer to you, even if it means "accidentally" bumping into people in the crowd. Just being near you makes him happy, and the slightest touch from you sends a thrill through him. If your eyes meet by accident, he’ll hold your gaze for a second, but then quickly look away, his face turning bright red with embarrassment. When he tries to glance at you again and you catch him, his heart races uncontrollably. He’s sure he even heard you chuckle, and in that moment, he can’t handle it anymore—embarrassed and flustered, he tries to hide in the shadows, wishing he could escape how you make him feel. (You have no idea how much you’re making him nervous.)

—He’s the kind of guy who would shower your face with kisses, making you giggle and laugh, completely captivated by the joy he brings. He’s also the type who’s hopeless at flirting, but he still gives it a shot, despite knowing he’s not great at it. When he catches you staring into his eyes, his confidence crumbles, and he can’t find his words, stammering as his mind goes blank. And when you laugh, a soft, teasing chuckle, it only makes him more flustered, his heart racing as he awkwardly tries to recover, unable to stop the warmth spreading across his face. (ARGEUWHRAHHH)

— When he's in a relationship with you, he's the kind of guy who'll ask for a good luck kiss before every game you play together.

—He’s the kind of guy you’ll wake up to, his comforting voice gently pulling you from your sleep. “Good morning, baby,” he’ll say, his smile already softening his features. “Morning, sunshine,” or “Good morning, sweetheart, did you sleep well?” he’ll ask, his voice warm and full of affection as he watches you slowly wake up.

—He’s the kind of guy who would tenderly kiss the places you’re most insecure about, as if to remind you of how beautiful you truly are. He’s the one who won’t stop kissing you, pulling you back every time you try to pull away, as if he can’t let go of the warmth you bring.

—He’s also the kind of guy who craves you in the purest, most innocent ways. He craves the chance to say goodnight and press a soft kiss to your forehead, to tell you how much he adores you, especially when you feel at your lowest. He doesn’t need anything more or less—just being near you, sharing quiet moments together, is all he could ever want.

—He’s the kind of guy who kisses you slowly, with so much passion that it feels like time itself has paused. To him, every moment matters, and he wants to make it last—pressing his lips softly against yours, savoring the closeness. His eyes remain closed, his hands resting firmly on your waist as he pulls you closer, as if he can’t bear to let go. When he finally pulls away, his gaze locks with yours, filled with love so deep it leaves you breathless. And just when you think it’s over, he leans in to kiss you again.

—He’s the kind of guy who would stay outside your house all night the moment you mentioned your parents weren’t home. You said it in a teasing, seductive tone, hoping he’d catch the hint—but instead, his protective instincts took over completely. Without a second thought, he made it his mission to ensure your safety. The cool breeze and late hours didn’t faze him; his only focus was making sure nothing could harm you.

—He’s the kind of guy who values your comfort above all else, always asking for your consent to ensure you’re at ease. When you overstimulate him, soft whines and gasps escape his lips, his breathing uneven as he tries to handle the intensity. He’s incredibly careful, his fear of hurting you evident in the way he constantly checks in, asking if you’re okay. If you show even the slightest discomfort, he immediately stops, gently comforting you with soothing words and touches. Only when you’re ready does he proceed, moving slowly and tenderly.

—He’s the kind of guy who would be endlessly obedient for you, hanging on your every word just to make you happy. When you call him a “good boy,” his cheeks flush a soft pink, and he can’t help but feel a swell of pride, as if earning your praise is the greatest accomplishment. The way he gets all shy and bashful in response only makes the moment sweeter.

—He’s also the kind of guy who whispers a breathless “please” when you tease him, his voice trembling with both desperation and longing. When you refuse to let him cum, he’ll keep pleading, his tone growing needier, begging you to finally let him release cum since you've been edging him for hours straight.

—He’s the kind of guy who moans a lot and would be needy for you. Like he's breathy and full of unrestrained moans as pleasure overwhelms him. His voice, low and husky, spills out between gasps as he murmurs how good you feel. For example.

In the cramped confines of a public bathroom stall, he tries desperately to not make a sound. His trembling hand rests on your head, fingers tangling in your hair. He was desperately trying to keep quiet, not wanting anyone outside the stall to discover what you were doing. But you decided to tease him, to push him just a little further. Holding his gaze, you slowly ran your tongue over the tip of his cock, maintaining eye contact that had him on the verge of losing all composure.

“Baby, please...” he begged, his tone barely audible but dripping with raw desperation. His hips bucked slightly, seeking more friction, his body betraying how badly he needed release.

You smirked, letting your lips hover over his slick, aching member, your warm breath teasing his already overstimulated skin. “Hm? What’s that?” you teased, maintaining a deliberate slowness. “You’ll have to speak up.”

His head fell back, and a quiet whine escaped him, “I can’t—please, I need it so bad baby, please let me cum... Want you. I want you so bad.” he whimpered, the faint sound of his soft, needy whines filled the stall, his breathing uneven and ragged as he clung to what little composure he had left. His head tilted back against the wall, his lips parted, and his cheeks flushed as he whimpered softly.

His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, his flushed face and sweat-dampened skin making him look utterly undone. The way he squirmed and whimpered under your control had you tempted to keep teasing him, but his broken whispers and the raw adoration in his eyes made you relent.

"hng...—oh fuck," he gasped, his breath uneven as you gave in at last. "Your mouth feels so good baby, so damn perfect, fuck keep going just like that baby." His praise spilled out uncontrollably, barely coherent as you pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

—Hes also the kind of guy who cries during sex. (Something about men crying is just hgnngjdhe)

“Baby, please stop..” he whimpered, his voice trembling with the weight of his plea. “It’s too much… please, it’s too much.” His hands weakly gripped your waist, trying to stop you, but his body trembled with each movement, and yet there was no escape from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Aww, sweetie,” you cooed, not slowing down. “Just one more round, mkay? I know You can handle it for me."

“N-no, please… it’s too much… I don’t think I can…take it,” he said, his tear-filled eyes locking with yours, his flushed face streaked with the weight of his emotions. The sight of him so vulnerable made your heart ache, and without hesitation, you gently wiped away the tears rolling down his cheeks with the pad of your thumb.

“Aww, don’t cry my love,” you whispered softly, your voice tender as you leaned in, brushing your lips against his forehead. “You’re my good boy, right? You’re doing so well for me. Just a little more, baby.”

“Fine… just one more.” he said, his voice soft and shaky. The way he melted under your touch, still willing to give more despite how overwhelmed he felt. (You made him cum multiple times 🫶🏻)

I decided to do dae ho first cuz he cute(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) HAPPY NEW YEAR

[wcnderlnds]

bad idea right? | choi su-bong (thanos)

・❥・ summary: what happens in the squid game bathrooms, stays in the squid game bathrooms ・❥・word count: 1.2k ・❥・warnings: 18+. smut. oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex. female reader. swearing. ・❥・ authors note: i haven't wrote smut in months so you'll have to forgive me if this is awful <3

It had started off like any normal day in the Squid Games. You’d woke up, got traumatised by the day’s game, cast your vote and then ate the meander meal they’d gave you – sandwich and a drink. Nothing out of the ordinary except today had been the day you had officially met Thanos. You had seen him around – his purple hair was hard to miss – but you’d never really spoke to him. In fact, most of the time, you kept to yourself but this game had meant that you had to pair up with people. There had been one moment where you were struggling to find a group when suddenly a flash of purple hair grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you into a room with him and a few other boys. From that moment on, he had stuck by your side during the game even kicking out one of his closer friends. Why he had latched on to you, you had no idea but you couldn’t have been more thankful. If it wasn’t for him, you’d surely have been eliminated by now.

The moment you’d got back to the main holding area, he pulled you into a giant hug. His arms engulfed your body, pressing you flush against him as he rambled about how glad he was that you were safe and how he wanted to be with you and not his friend.

Somehow that had led to where you were now — locked in a bathroom stall with your back pressed against the cool wall, the pants of your sweatsuit down your legs. You weren’t exactly sure how you’d even got into this predicament. Maybe it was the feel of Thanos’ body pressing against yours, maybe it was the attention from the most handsome guy in this place — you had no idea. All you knew was that Thanos was on his knees, his mouth between your thighs devouring you like a man possessed.

His tongue flattened, licking a long stripe up your folds. Your fingers tangled in his purple locks, tugging on them as his tongue swirled around your clit, flicking the sensitive bud. The moans falling from your lips were breathy as you tried to keep quiet. The last thing you needed was to get caught. Having sex in the bathroom was surely grounds for elimination. 

“You’re fuckin’ dripping, baby,” Thanos mumbled against you as he lapped up your juices. “You taste so good, Senorita. Could do this all day.”

His tongue alternated between teasing your clit and licking along your folds before he dove the muscle into your tight hole. A gasp emanated from your lips, your fingers tugging on his hair even tighter as he fucked you with his tongue. 

“Fuck, Thanos,” you panted. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna come.”

Suddenly, he pulled away from you, wiping your juices from his lips with the back of his hand. Damn, could this man get any hotter? He rose to his feet, hand sliding to the back of your neck as he crashed his lips against yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he shoved his into your mouth, tangling with yours. Moaning into the kiss, Thanos used his free hand to pull his own sweatpants down just enough to free his aching cock.

“Jump,” he mumbled against your lips. Instantly, you obliged. His hands caught you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His length brushed against your folds causing a shudder to run through your body. Was it just this place? Because you had never wanted someone so badly before in your life. Never had you felt so desperate. The lingering fear of death was probably a factor – making you crave as much intimacy as humanly possible. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget all about these games, senorita.”

Before you could even reply, he nudged the head of his cock at your entrance, pushing into you with one hard thrust. His hand flew up to cover your mouth, hiding the loud moan you’d let out at the feeling of him bottomed out inside you. He drew his hips back until he was almost all the way out then thrust back in, hard. He set a fast past, withdrawing his hand from your mouth so he could grab at your hips. His fingers dug into your flesh hard enough he was sure to leave bruises but you didn’t care. The feeling of him pistoning in and out of you, the draw of his cock along your walls was enough for you to feel like you were in heaven. Nothing else really mattered in that moment.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. Taking me like a champ,” he groaned, his eyes glancing down to watch his dick move in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the bathroom stall. His hands slid down your back to grab your ass, pulling your body into him as he fucked into you to take him deeper. 

“Oh, right there, right there,” you whimpered as he hit that spot inside of you that made you see stars. Thanos smirked, covering your whimpers with his mouth as he picked up his pace. He made sure to angle his hips so he hit that sweet spot over and over again to the point you were a whimpering, moaning mess babbling nonsense about how good he felt inside you.

Your hands clawed at his back, head thrown back against the wall as he pounded into you with animalistic speed. He was like a man possessed, fucking you with an inch of your life to bring you both to ecstasy. One of his hands reached up into your hair, yanking your head back roughly. “Come for me, Senorita. Show me who’s making you feel this fucking good.” 

He could feel your walls clamping down around him, bringing his own climax closer. He redoubled his efforts, covering your mouth once again sensing how close you were. His body felt like it was on fire as he thrust his hips relentlessly against yours. His forehead rested against yours as his grunts came more frequently, trying his best to keep quiet himself. Then, he felt it, his balls tightening as he toyed on the edge of ecstasy. 

“Oh fuck,” you cried out, though it was a mumbled against his hand. Your body shook as your orgasm crashed over you, hips bucking wildly against his. The feeling of you coming undone around his cock finally pushed him over the edge.

“Shit, I’m coming. Fuck,” he groaned, burying his head in your neck, his teeth biting down on your skin as he thrust into you one last time, hips stilling as he painted your insides with his release. After a few minutes, he finally caught his breath back, pulling out of you with a hiss. He tucked his softening length back into his pants, leaning back against the wall on the other side of the stall. His eyes watched you as you pulled your own clothes back on. Both of you knew this had to stay between you, if anyone found out they’d surely use it to get you eliminated from the games.

Your fingers ran through your hair trying to at least make yourself look presentable before you went back into the pits of hell. “Well…”

He held his hand up. “No worries, gorgeous. Maybe if you’re lucky, we can have a repeat of this after the next game.” He unlocked the door, his arm outstretched to let you out first. “That’s if you make it this time.”

[inhogf]

Lee Byung Hun, your teacher.

more of teacher byung hun · contains: teacher x student, huge age gap: reader is in school, byung hun in mid 50s. smut, dry humping.

byung hun was never the type to want someone so young, no, never— that was until you came into the picture. the little glances he'd share with you in his classroom, your perfect body all dolled up in skimpy clothing just for him, he could tell you do it for him, how desperate you were for his attention. his eyes would be fixated on the gentle slopes of your waist, the curves of your ass and the plush of your thighs. he just wanted to devour you whole. keep you all to himself.

and you weren't oblivious to that. you would always feel his gaze lingering on your figure a bit longer than usual, heat pooling down your core as you squeezed your thighs together in attempts to find something to grind onto. he made you such a mess.

he wanted to keep things professional; keep his distance. but the way you'd look up at him with those fuck me eyes had him running into the staff bathroom stalls, unable to handle any more of the ache growing between his legs, beads of precum spilling out of his uncontrollably swollen tip before he even got to take his boxers off. he needed you. needed you to take his load out into. but he knew he couldn't make his move; poor little byung hun knows he'd get in so much trouble if he tried messing with you.

and he doesn't care.

because right now you were straddling his lap and the growing bulge you thought you were supposed to ignore, as he tutored you after keeping you back when school had ended. the school halls were empty, save for the faint echoes of laughter drifting in from outside. the room was locked, he made sure of that. he doesn't anyone walking in and seeing what he does to his pretty girl.

“such a dumb girl, hm?“ he'd make a remark, pointing to the big red C on your test papers. and all you could do was nod calculus was never your strong suit— but you were beginning to feel like mr. byung hun gave you a C just to keep you back in his classroom.

your breath hitched as he laid a big heavy hand on your thigh, the other held a pen fixing the mistakes on your test paper. you craned your neck back to look at him, faces so close you were practically breathing each other's faces in. he had a dumb smirk plastered on his face— one so subtle you weren't sure if he knew what he was doing right now. if he knew you, his student, was on his fuckin’ lap right now. what a whore.

he tilted his head, removing his hand from your thigh to take off his glasses before setting them on the desk, and clasping his hand on your thigh back again. this time, he'd rub small circles and grab small chunks of meat occasionally. poor you, you didn't even know what to do at that point— but you wanted it. you were down right pathetic for him.

without warning, he'd buck his hips up into the softness of your ass, prevailing in rubbing the growing boner just into the right spot. your breathing got faster, as you bit your now-bleeding bottom lip once again. you were—

“grind.“

and holy fuck. you were absolutely leaking after that. you were so, so, desperate, you started drawing circles into his lap with your hips without giving it much thought. he'd shut his eyes close, nipping at your neck as his free hand reaches around and clamps the base of your throat and pulls it back slightly; all whilst you two were going back and forth, taking turns grinding on each other.

and byung hun was so effing cute, he creamed his boxers before you guys could properly even start. you can't be mad at him, after all, he was your beloved teacher.

cc @inhogf dont steal

[kitasuno]

dating the love and deepspace boys | domestic moments

featuring: rafayel, xavier, and zayne x gn!reader

(´• ω •`) ♡ modern au! can you guys tell raf is my favorite..?

rafayel

a year younger than you. lies to everyone (including you) that he’s actually two years your senior. you only found out he was younger than you when you met his parents, who have his birth certificate framed. 

hates cats. despises them. they fill him with rage (fear). says he’s allergic (he’s lying).

“oh shit raf, this sucks! i guess you can’t move in with me.. i have cats”

“...you have cats?”

“yeah. 3.”

“i’m not allergic. i can move in tonight.”

chronically online. minoring in marine biology and majoring in annoying you. texts you over 200 times a day and if you don’t respond, he’s faking a horrible chronic illness. again. it’s amnesia on wednesdays, appendicitis on thursdays, chronic migraines on fridays… etc..

he has 2 followers on his private twitter. you and thomas. 

over 700k followers on instagram for some reason? he sells paintings on depop (he says it's depop but you’re convinced he sells them for heinous prices on the black market) 

cooks on occasion? has an apron that says kiss me im irish (he's not irish?) made you a tuna cupcake once?? 

pescatarian. not in the vegan/vegetarian way where he refuses to eat red meat but because he’s absolutely feral over fish. (is this cannibalism? he says its not)

lives in a 2 bedroom apartment with you but doesn’t use his bedroom. says your bed is comfier. turned his bedroom into a painting studio (IT’S for the black market you say!!) and sleeps with you. 

“raf,” you sigh. “don’t you have.. homework or something?” 

he sits between your legs, back against your chest as he scrolls through his phone. 

“yeah,” he says. you flick the back of his head because you know he’s smirking. “it’s called assignment: you. due in two minutes.” 

with his free hand, he reaches back mindlessly to grab yours. you sigh, fingers intertwining with his, a reflex as he leans his head back. his eyes meet yours and you can’t help but laugh. 

“well?” you ask, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he squeezes your hand. “what are the assignment details?” 

he chews on the bottom of his lip as he thinks, humming while his eyes wander across your face. he swings your interlocked hands in circles. it’s raining outside, the heater is on, and rafayel is warm like hot chocolate. 

“what?” he says, his cheeks a tinge pink. “you’re looking at me like that again.” a pause. he turns, his head now buried in your chest.

“just studying my homework.” you say, hands instinctively wrapping around his back. the laundry machine is running in the background, rain is falling against the window, and you faintly hear your rice cooker dinging in the kitchen. home, you think, is with rafayel.

“i can hear your heartbeat.” he says, voice muffled. “it’s super fast. you like me or something?” 

“i really like you.” you say, without skipping a beat. rafayel groans into your chest, sighing in discontent. 

“no fair. i’m supposed to be the flirter.” 

you press a kiss onto the top of his head and you feel his body melt into yours. the two of you fall into a warm silence, his breath steady as he traces paintings into your neck. 

“raf?” you mumble, eyes drooping. he hums in response. “did you pass your assignment?” 

he smiles. “with flying colors.” 

xavier

chronic napper. (yapper?) 

has 100 late assignments. failing all of his classes yet got into the top university in your country because he got a perfect score on his entrance exams. you thought he was a nepo baby (turns out he’s just.. smart?)

his procrastination rubs off on you… he is the WORST distraction and he knows it. so smug about it and uses it to his own advantage. will perch on top of you when you’re studying and kiss down your neck until you go to sleep with him. 

lives in the apartment on top of yours but is at your house most days, if not all. you ask him to move in.

“am i not already.. living with you?” 

“don’t you still have your apartment, though?”

“yeah..?”

 is that good for the economy?? is it financially smart? not at all, but he’s too lazy to move out and put his apartment up for lease. 

xavier sleeps with his legs entangled with yours and his arms wrapped tightly around your chest. the air conditioning hums in the background as you scroll mindlessly on your phone, dimming the brightness as you hear xavier stir. 

“sorry xav, did i wake you up?” you ask. he doesn’t respond, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he glares at your phone. 

“xavier?” you question, swallowing a laugh at his ruffled hair and disheveled clothes. 

“phone down.” he says, voice raspy with sleep and an octave lower than usual. you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“can i get a pretty please in this economy?” 

xavier’s eyes narrow as he snatches your phone away, snoozing the device and placing it on the nightstand next to you. his lips ghost your neck, pressing kisses against your skin as he mumbles incoherently in the dark of your bedroom. 

“xavier-” you breathe, giggling at the sensation. “that tickles!” 

he nips at your neck. 

“bedtime. now.” 

zayne

3 years older than you 

he literally has his whole life together at 27 which scares you so much

“my credit card is your credit card” typa boyfriend

cooks. cleans. has a 9-5. you’re interning at the hospital that he works at (he’s head doctor!!)

you’re just a sweet little intern and zayne is the big bad monster!! everyone at work thinks he hates you because he’s extra strict on you. doesn’t give you any special treatment, ‘ignores’ you most days (but also slips meals into your locker and hands you heat packs on cold days in the hospital)

no one knows he’s dating you until one day someone sees you leaving in zaynes car. 

“oh, you carpool with doctor zayne?”

“huh? no, we live together.”

“you WHAT???”

he’s a virgo……. erm……

the two of you get ready together in the morning. his guard is down when he’s sleepy and he’ll cling to you as he brushes his teeth and does his hair.

you wake up to the cold night breeze, blinking the sleep out of your eyes and shivering as you scan your surroundings. you yelp as you meet the attentive gaze of your boyfriend. 

“huh? whuh? huh?” you splutter, squirming as zayne holds you tighter. he’s carrying you bridal style in his arms, his jacket around your shoulders as the two of you walk to his car. you see the bright lights of akso hospital fading away behind the two of you. 

“it’s two am,” he says calmly, placing you down gently as he opens your car door for you. “you waited for my shift to end. again.” 

you smile bashfully, rubbing the back of your head. “well, i didn’t wanna just leave you!” 

zayne clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, eyebrows furrowed but gaze warm. he guides you into your seat, clicking your seatbelt in place. 

“you can nap on the way home,” he says, closing the door and sliding into his side of the car. 

the heater’s on already- courtesy of his super expensive electric car. he fastens his own seatbelt and hands you a hot tea and bread from the hospital vending machine. 

“drink up. doctor’s orders.” 

you grin before he leans over to press a kiss on your lips. 

“thank you for waiting for me.”

[differenteagletragedy]

Simon x SingleMomReader, Part Four! Thank you for reading and commenting and being so nice, I love it here <3

Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Weeks went by, and little by little, piece by piece, Simon begins learning you. Your last name, the one you share with Charlie and Emma, your birthday, your favorite food.

Bigger things, too -- how Charlie was a surprise in a not-so-great relationship with a man who'd left and come back, sworn up and down that he'd changed just long enough for another surprise to come in Emma, and who'd left again soon after.

He doesn't just hope for random run-ins with you at the park now, either. He has your number, and you have his. Sometimes you invite him over for dinner, sometimes Charlie grabs the phone and begs him to come play, but more and more, he's finding himself at your house.

One day, Simon talks to Charlie at the dinner table while you're giving the baby a bath, and the scene is so domestic it almost hurts, the way some bit of sweetness can cause a toothache if it hits just right. You and he haven't talked more about his feelings for you or whether you share them, but that's fine by him. You trust him now, enough to let him tend to your son or hold your daughter, and that means everything to him.

"You wanna hear a joke?" he asks Charlie, who nods, smiling and ready, so he says, "What do you call a teddy bear who's going bald?"

"I don't know, what?"

"Fred Bear."

Charlie looks at him blankly, big eyes confused. "The bear's name is Fred?"

"No, sounds like threadbare. Fred Bear, threadbare."

"... His name is Thread?"

Simon chuckles, but before he can say anything else, you come out from the hallway, holding baby Emma.

"Is Simon trying to tell more jokes?" you ask Charlie.

"Yeah, but it wasn't funny."

"Aww, they never are, are they, baby?"

You grin playfully at Simon, and even after all the hours he's spent with you and your family, it's like the first time all over again. Except better now -- it's better every time. Because now, he feels like he's actually earning your smiles. Almost like he's worth all the warmth and kindness you've shown him, just by letting him be with you like this.

Next is the bedtime routine, which he's familiar with at this point. Emma, who's been so close to sleeping through the night, you've told him, gets one more feeding and plenty of snuggles before getting placed in the bassinet by your bed, while Charlie gets an equal amount of snuggles, as long as he'll sit still for them, and a bedtime story after he's all tucked in.

Simon helps out where he can, or when he's confident enough in whatever placed he's carved out in your family to offer, but often he stays back, cleaning up after dinner or straightening up the living room.

He's in the kitchen now, working through the dishes, when you come in, kid-free and trusty baby monitor in your hand. By the look on your face, he knows what you're about to say, and he tries to nip it in the bud.

"Don't need the 'you don't have to do this' speech tonight, love, I've heard it enough I can recite it by heart now."

"But you don't," you tell him, leaning against the counter by the sink, close enough that he can feel your warmth when he puts a clean dish in the drainer. "You know you can just come and hang out, you don't have to do my cleaning for me."

He smiles, glancing up at you, and says, "You want to say my part now or should I?"

You roll your eyes, taking a soapy dish from him so you can rinse it yourself, and pitch your voice as low as it can go, mocking him as you say, "'Know I don't have to, I want to, I’m a very large, very tough man and a sink full of dirty dishes and a bin full of dirty nappies is no match for me.’”

"That's what I sound like, is it?"

You laugh, bumping his hip with yours, and continue with the silly voice.

"'My name is Simon, I tell awful jokes and am very mysterious, but if you need a nap and have a four-year-old who won't slow down for two seconds, I'm your guy.'"

It's all very silly, but very cute, and he can't keep the smile off his face. You keep opening up to him more and more, and every new thing he sees from you, even dumb little moments of levity like this, make him fall even harder. It's such a stark contrast to the woman he met that first day, the one who trusted him only because she had to and lied about having a husband so he might think twice about hurting her.

Even then, he would have died before hurting you, but now?

"I am, you know," he says quietly, handing you another dish.

"You are what?"

"Your guy."

To him, it's just a fact. Of course he's yours. But you look at him with widening eyes, not all that different than the look Charlie gives him when he fixes the persistently leaky faucet or carries all the groceries home so you can carry the baby and hold the boy's hand -- like he's doing something magical when he's just doing something that he knows should be done. It's too much, to be held in such high regard. To feel this important.

With careful hands, still warm and damp from the water from the sink, he grips your waist. When you don't push him away, he gently lifts you to sit on the counter in front of him, closer to eye level. And when, miraculously, you still seem good with what's happening, he leans in.

Simon wants to go fast, because he knows how much he needs this -- how much he needs you, just like this, sleepy after a full day and happy with a full life and right there in his arms -- but he doesn't. He moves in slowly, giving you ample time to stop him, but you don't. Instead, you lift your hands to his shoulders and pull him in to close the distance between you.

It's a soft kiss, but one full of the wanting he's been feeling for months now, and as you move your lips against his, he can feel a bit of your wanting too. It's enough to pull a low grunt from his throat, one that spills from his mouth and into yours as you part your lips to deepen the kiss.

He'd always known that if he ever got the chance to kiss you, it would be good -- he could never see a way that it wouldn't be. But actually doing it, tasting you in more than just his dreams, was so much more than he ever imagined. He loses himself in it, just a bit, his hands only just slipping under the hem of your shirt to feel your smooth skin.

When he feels your fingers grasping at his shoulders, an adorable, almost anxious little attempt at pulling him closer, he scoots you to the edge of the counter so that his chest is flush against yours. The kiss turns hungrier, deeper.

Then the baby cries.

It's a sharp sound through the monitor paired with the muffled sound from the down the hall, and you pull away, breathless and flushed.

"Sorry," you say softly, giving his shoulders one more squeeze before hopping off the counter. "I, um ... just stay, ok? I'll be right back."

He lets out a breath as he watches you hurry down the hall to your bedroom where baby Emma is wailing, trying to wrap his head around the situation.

Through the baby monitor, he hears you softly soothing your daughter. He can't make out every word, but the love and care in your tone is clear. He sees the goodness in you every time he's with you, a softness unlike anything he's never known, and it's intoxicating. It's dizzying, someone like you letting someone like him get so close. It makes him feel like he's falling and flying all at once, like he wants to claw at his own skin just to get his hands on the part of you that buzzes through him. It's too much to keep inside him, as big and broad as he is. Too much to bear, all this longing.

All this love.

Simon hears a lullaby through the baby monitor, and sharp cries that turn into little whines before things go silent. A moment later, he hears your feet padding softly down the hall, then there you are in the doorway of the kitchen, hands on your waist and a question in your eyes.

His answer, of course, is "yes." An unequivocal, unrelenting yes, to any question, to anything you want or will ever want from him.

PART FIVE - PART SIX - PART SEVEN - PART EIGHT

[rafecameronssl4t]

Just like his dad || dad!Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: inspired by this tiktok!!

Wc: 613

Warnings: boob obsessed Rafe hehehhehe

A/n: oh hey guys…. I’ve been here but just took a little break and worked on my other blog @bennyboyfics !!!

MASTERLIST (dad!Rafe au masterlist)

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Topper grins, lifting his glass as Rafe turns his head at the sound of his voice. You approach the table, adjusting your grip on your 1 year old old son, Ralph, who’s nestled in your arms, his tiny fingers curled around the fabric of your dress. His cheeks are rosy from the afternoon sun, and his curious blue eyes scan the table before settling on his father.

“Sorry, traffic was insane,” you sigh, pushing your sunglasses up to rest on your head. The heat lingers on your skin, but the sight of Rafe immediately softens the tension in your shoulders. Rafe is already rising from his seat, effortlessly reaching for your handbag and setting it on the table before leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. His hand finds the back of your chair, pulling it out smoothly as he waits for you to sit.

“I already ordered your favourite,” he murmurs, his voice laced with familiarity, his lips quirking into a small smile as he watches you settle in. Your eyes flicker with appreciation, and in response, you reach for his jaw, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. The stubble there scratches lightly against your lips, and before you can fully pull away, Ralph wriggles in your arms, his hands reaching for his dad.

“Hey, buddy,” Rafe chuckles, easily lifting him onto his lap, his large hands securing the little boy against his chest. Ralph babbles in excitement, gripping onto Rafe’s shirt with tiny fists as Topper leans in, smirking. “Man, he really is your twin,” Topper marvels, running a hand through Ralph’s soft blond hair, which sticks up slightly in the humidity.

Rafe glances down at his son, a look of pride flashing across his face as he watches him curiously take in his surroundings. “Yeah,” he hums, pressing a kiss to the top of Ralph’s head. “Poor kid’s already got my bad habits.” You roll your eyes, nudging Rafe’s knee under the table. “Let’s hope he gets more of my patience, then.” Topper barks out a laugh, shaking his head as Ralph lets out a delighted giggle.

As lunch winds down, you grab your handbag, slipping the strap over your shoulder while adjusting Ralph in your arms. His weight is familiar, comforting even, as he nestles against you, his little fingers toying with the fabric of your dress. “I’m sorry, I have to go, baby,” you tell Rafe, your voice tinged with apology as you brush a stray curl from Ralph’s forehead. “I promised Sarah she could look after him today.”

Rafe nods, reaching for your free hand, his thumb absentmindedly brushing over your wedding ring. The simple touch makes warmth bloom in your chest. “That’s fine,” he murmurs, still twirling the band on your finger. “I’ll be home just after three—” But before he can finish, you feel a sudden, familiar tug—Ralph’s tiny hand sneaking under the neckline of your dress. Your eyes widen in shock as you quickly shift him, but not before Rafe catches sight of his son’s wandering hand.

“Ralph!” you gasp, gently moving his chubby fingers away as he bursts into giggles, completely unbothered. Topper, who had been sipping the last of his drink, nearly chokes as he erupts into laughter, shaking his head. Rafe, on the other hand, simply smirks, tilting his head at you with amusement dancing in his blue eyes. “Like father, like son, huh?” he teases, his smirk deepening when you give him a look of disbelief, though the smile tugging at your lips betrays you.

“Unbelievable,” you mutter, shaking your head before leaning in to give him one final kiss. His lips linger against yours just a second longer than necessary, as if he’s reluctant to let you go. “I’m leaving,” you announce, shifting Ralph on your hip as you turn away. But as you walk off, you can still hear Topper laughing behind you, his cackling voice carrying over the chatter of the restaurant.

[mrsnishimuraaa]

caught red handed

PAIRING: idol!niki x idol!fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: as engenes tune into enhypens weverse live, but they hear faint noises in the background and realize that 2 members are missing..

GENRE: smut, fluff

m.list

game nights were always fun in the dorms, but you snuck away to have a shower because you were sweaty and hot from practice. the boys hear the bathroom door open and clap in a joking way applauding you for finally coming back. "thank you thank you" you joke and bow sarcastically "ill be back just let me get dressed" yelling out as you closed your bedroom door. "one sec guys i want my hoodie from my room" niki excuses himself from the living room

"yeah okay just watch yourself when you come back, were gonna go live" jay raises his voice so niki can hear as he wanders off, but that sentence goes in one ear and out the other.

your bedroom door opens and you get startled, pulling your towel closer to your body "you scared me!" you huff as niki smiles at you and lies down on your shared bed. continuing to dry your hair in the mirror, as niki sits back and watches you. the towel lifting ever so slightly when you raise your arms to get the top of your head, exposing your bare ass a little bit as niki feels all the heat in his body rush down south.

you can see him in the mirror "done staring?" you laugh at him as he shakes his head smiling "i cant help it" he laughs as he readjusts his legs "just drop the towel its not like i haven't seen you naked before" he was joking at first , until you actually did it. no matter the what felt like millions of times he'd seen your body it always felt like the first, your plump ass and hourglass figure that makes him want to climb walls.

he gets up pondering his way over to you to hug you from behind, kissing the top of your head, staring back at you in the mirror eyes trailing over your naked figure in pure admiration "your so beautiful" his thumb rubs over your hip as he places a kiss behind your ear. your smiling back at him like a idiot in the mirror "how come im naked and your fully clothed" you chuckle as you place your hand over his "oh so you want me to get naked?" he raises an eyebrow , placing his chin on your shoulder. "maybe" shrugging.

but niki takes you seriously, throwing his shirt over his head and also giving you a moment to admire his toned body, tanned skin and sexy abs that you want to ride 24/7 but your snapped out of your thoughts when you hear "you wanna take em off for me pretty?" he runs his hand through your hair, and takes a glance at his sweats. you nod , biting your lip as you take down his sweats and boxers in one go, exhaling deeply as you watch that long dick of his be free.

he chuckles deeply at the way your staring, you can never get over how big he is. backing you up onto the door, pressing you against it that makes a small noise through the house. that the boys in the living room ignore, thinking maybe something just fell.

you feel your lips being engulfed as niki closes the gap, grabbing you underneath your thighs to pick you up and press you against the door, it makes it much easier for him as for how much shorter you are. as he presses you against the door again, supporting you with such ease as you moan into his mouth, hands slinging around his shoulders as his tounge makes its way into your mouth, the messiness of the kiss making it a hundred times better. he sneakily brings a hand to rub through your folds, causing you to moan into his mouth a bit louder this time, arching your back in his hold and pulling his hair tighter.

you feel his middle and ring finger slip into your wet and needy hole, you gasp sharply struggling to kiss him back now as he fucks your warm hole with his fingers, keeping a steady pace earning countless moans and whines from you hes satisfied at the way you can barley kiss him back, he loves the effect he has on you. just before that knot in your stomach is about to snap, he takes his fingers out of your needy pussy. pulling back from the kiss "you want my dick now hm?" he taunts you and you nod at him "words baby" his hot breath on the skin of your neck "please ki, i need it so bad" you beg out to him.

"thats it baby" he breaths out, looking down as he lines himself up with your hole thats practically begging for more. as he pushes in and bottoms out , both throwing your heads back, a sharp inhale from niki as you whine at the feeling of being so full. carrying you a few steps to the desk as he lays you down, never pulling out as he spreads your legs a bit more, before he begins to thrust into you, the sound of moans and heavy and deep breaths fill the room alongside the sound of skin on skin.

'do yall hear that in the background'

'ik im not tweaking out'

'r we being pranked'

the comments on the live pop up, a very very faint sound of moans can be heard in the background, yet the members never notice, all too invested in mario cart to even glance at comments or even open their ears.

."yeah that feels good dosent it?" hes giving you slow yet deep strokes, he knows it drives you crazy. your eyes rolling back as you choke out moans that can barley pass your lips, so dazed in the pleasure of niki's cock hitting that spot so deep in you. he knows your body like the back of his hand, reaching to rub circles on your clit as he gains a steady pace, fucking you deep and passionately watching as your eyes fill with tears from straight plesaure. "oh niki!" your grabbing on to anything in your reach, niki grabs your hand as you squeeze it so hard he thinks you might break it on him.

the squelching sound your pussy makes as he thrusts so deeply into you, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix as you repeatedly moan out his name, its the only thing you can manage to peice together right now. "harder baby please im so close" those words coming out of your mouth and niki is obeying you in seconds. keeping his thrusts deep but now making them so much rougher. it takes the breath out of your lungs as he plows into your pussy with the perfect amount of roughness that has you almost screaming "fuck niki! oh shit!" he knows your close by the way your clenching around him so tightly.

"yeah you gonna cum? cum for me pretty" his words of encouragement send you over the edge, your orgasam taking over you as you moan out his name, chasing his own high he keeps fucking into you, the overstimulating feeling making you whine as he gives one last rough and very deep thrust, filling you to the brim with his hot cum as he throws his head back and groans.

slowly pulling out as you wince at the feeling of emptiness "your such a good girl for me" helping you stand to your feet, placing a hand around your waist as if he knew your legs would be weak. laying down with you, cuddling you and making sure you feel loved and taken care of.

meanwhile comments on the live are still rolling through about it, it was so faint fans couldnt tell what it was at first, but grew to assume it was the two of you, your relationship was public but people did not expect that.

jake is scrolling through the comments on his own phone, having given up on mario cart long ago, he sees a few odd comments

'tell me i wasnt the only one who heard that'

'was that niki and y/n'

jake furrows his eyebrows together, thinking for a breif moment before realization hits him that maybe he wasnt just hearing things. immediately texting niki

jake | 8.39pm

yo are u and y/n in your room?

nikis phone lights up, its just a simple message from jake probably just wondering why the two of you are taking so long, niki replies wit a simple 'yeah , y?'

jake | 8.40pm

bro i was reading these weverse comments and they said they were hearing shit in the background, was that yous?

niki taps you on the shoulder to get your attention and you look over , he replies with 'are you guys live?!'

jake | 8.42pm

yea, jay told you eairler didnt he?

niki just rubs his hands on his face, sighs and replies with ' bro i must not have heard , were they hearing moans perchance'

jake | 8.43pm

yes, that is so wild, i knew i heard smth myself

you and niki have nothing to do exept laugh, looking at eachother as he turns off his phone and throws it onto the night stand.

you guys were trending on twitter the next day.

[missdynamighttt]

Situationship with Bakugo 😵‍💫

a situationship with katsuki bakugo would be chaotic, intense, and incredibly frustrating.

KATSUKI BAKUGO, who's not the type to do things halfway, so the fact that he won’t fully commit (or admit his feelings) means he’s fighting himself the entire time.

KATSUKI BAKUGO, who takes care of you in little ways—grabbing your favorite snacks when he’s out, making sure you get home safe, memorizing all your food orders from various places—but if you call him out on it, he’ll scoff and say, “tch. don’t think too much about it. it was just on the way.”

KATSUKI BAKUGO, where he’s got no problem pulling you into his lap, throwing an arm around you, or grabbing your wrist to keep you from walking away during an argument, only for you to cuddle right back into his arms again. "you always come back anyway. might as well stay where you belong."

KATSUKI BAKUGO, who will go out of his way to coincidentally be where you are, but if you ask, he’ll act like you’re the clingy one. "the hell are you lookin’ at me like that for? it’s a free fuckin’ country—you act like i’m followin’ you or somethin’. maybe you’re the one who can’t stay away."

KATSUKI BAKUGO, the man who kisses you like you’re the only thing keeping him sane but refuses to call it love. the man who pulls you into his arms after a rough day but won’t say he needs you. the man who gets pissed when other guys flirt with you, yet still won’t claim you as his. he knows they’ll never measure up to him.

but then, one day, you get tired of it. tired of the mixed signals, tired of feeling like you’re caught in something he refuses to name.

so you pull away. stop answering his late-night texts. stop letting him hold you like you’re his when he won’t even say the words. stop caring because what’s the point when he won’t admit he cares just as much?

at first, he acts like he doesn’t notice. like it doesn’t bother him. but it does.

KATSUKI BAKUGO, who sees you laughing with someone else and his jaw tightens so hard it aches. he catches himself reaching for you before stopping short, fingers twitching like they’re fighting the habit of pulling you close. he sees you stop waiting for him and realizes, too late, that he never thought you would stop.

KATSUKI BAKUGO, who stands at your doorway, all heat and tension, eyes burning like a wildfire ready to consume you whole. he doesn’t say a word at first, just grabs your wrist—gently, but firm enough that you can feel his frustration thrumming beneath his skin.

“you’re ignoring me,” he accuses, voice low and dangerous.

you lift an eyebrow. “i thought you didn’t care.”

his grip tightens just slightly before he lets go, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

he hates this. hates feeling out of control, hates that you make him feel anything at all.

but he’s done lying to himself.

“you think i don’t care? you think i don’t—” he cuts himself off, exhaling sharply through his nose.

you scoff, crossing your arms. "you sure as hell act like it. or is this just another one of your games?"

his jaw clenches. "it was never a damn game, sweets."

"then what was it, katsuki?" you throw your hands up. "because it sure as hell wasn't a relationship."

"you think i don’t—" he cuts himself off with a frustrated noise, pacing like he's physically fighting with himself. then he turns back to you. "damn it, i was trying!"

"trying what?" you challenge. "to string me along until you got bored? to keep me so that no one else could have me?"

"no! i was trying to—fuck—i was trying to figure it out! trying to—" he stops himself again, exhales hard through his nose, then looks at you, really looks at you. "trying to not fuck this up."

the words hang between you, heavy, aching.

your voice is softer now, but no less sharp. "and yet, you still did."

for a moment, he just stares at you. and then, before you can turn away, before you can push him out of your life completely, he closes the distance.

"no," he growls. "i'm not letting you walk away from me again."

you shake your head. "you already let me go."

"the hell i did!" his hands grip your arms, not to restrain but to hold on. "you think i don’t want you? that i don’t—"

he stops, sucks in a breath, and then—

he cups your face and kisses you. not like before. not out of desperation, not just because it’s easy. not like the heated, desperate, i need to feel something kisses he’s stolen in the past. this one is different.

raw, messy, everything he’s been too damn stubborn to say.

this one is real.

and when he pulls back, breathless, eyes blazing, he mutters, "you wanna know what this is? it’s me, fucking telling you, that i’m all in on this. now tell me you don’t want me, and i’ll walk."

you swallow, your own breath uneven. but you can’t say it. because you do. you always have.

and he knows it.

you stare at him, chest heaving, your lips still tingling from the force of his kiss. your mind is screaming at you to push him away, to remind him that he had months to figure this out, to tell him that it’s too late.

but your heart? your heart is beating so damn loud it drowns out the logic.

katsuki sees the hesitation, the war behind your eyes. he doesn’t rush you. for once, he doesn’t bulldoze his way through with brute force.

"you’re such a fucking asshole," you mutter, shoving at his chest, but he doesn’t budge.

he exhales, a short, almost bitter laugh. “i know.”

you lick your lips, looking anywhere but at him. “you put me through hell, katsuki.”

“i know that too,” his voice is rough, but there’s no anger anymore. just quiet, painful honesty. he huffs, rubs a hand down his face before dropping it. “i was scared, sweets.”

you blink. katsuki bakugo, scared?

he sees the doubt flash across your face and scowls. “don’t. don’t look at me like that. like i don’t get to be scared of this—of you.”

your breath catches, and suddenly, the anger flares up again. “me? you were scared of me?”

“yeah,” he scoffs, eyes flicking between yours. "i ain't good at this shit, alright? but don't ever think for a second that i didn't want you."

your jaw tightens. "then why the hell did it take losing me for you to say it?"

something flickers across his face—regret, maybe. frustration. the words sound like they hurt to admit. "because i was a goddamn coward. because i didn't know how to have you without screwing it all up."

you stare at him, searching his face, waiting for the catch—for him to backtrack, for him to make another excuse. but he doesn’t.

instead, his grip on you softens, hands sliding down to your wrists, fingers brushing over your pulse. he watches you carefully, fingers grazing your wrist.

"tell me you don’t feel the same, and i’ll let you go. but if you do…” he leans in just slightly, gaze flickering to your lips. “then stop fighting me and let me be yours.”

and damn it—damn him—because you do. you always have.

your breath is unsteady, your chest tight as you stare at him. he looks like he’s ready for a fight, ready to prove himself, but you’re not making this easy for him.

he doesn’t deserve easy.

you step back, but he follows, unwilling to let space grow between you again. "if you really mean it, you’re gonna have to work for it."

his lips part slightly, like he wasn’t expecting you to say that. then, he huffs, shoving his hands into his pockets. "fine. i will."

"you don’t even know what that means."

"doesn’t matter," his eyes burn with determination. "i’ll figure it out."

you study him, searching for hesitation, doubt—any sign that he’ll walk away the moment things get tough. but all you see is conviction, a stubborn resolve that’s so him it almost makes your chest ache.

still, you’re not going to let him think this is some quick fix.

"no more mixed signals," your voice is firm. "no more acting like i don’t matter just because you're scared of your own feelings."

his jaw clenches, but he nods. "yeah."

"and no more kissing me like i’m yours and then pretending it doesn’t mean anything."

his eyes darken slightly. "that one was never pretend."

you don’t give in just yet. you let the silence stretch, let him sit in it, let him feel the weight of what he’s asking for.

then, finally, you nod. "alright. then we’ll see."

from the moment you demanded he work for your trust, he treats it like the most important damn mission of his life.

KATSUKI BAKUGO, who starts showing up—not just in the ways he used to, sneaking into your life with little gestures he refused to acknowledge. no, this time, he makes it clear.

KATSUKI BAKUGO, who texts you good morning. goodnight. little things throughout the day that show you he’s thinking about you. "did you eat? i know you don’t like the coffee at work, so i left one for you on your desk, call me if you need a ride."

KATSUKI BAKUGO, where at work, he swings by your office under the pretense of “checking in,” but you catch the way his eyes linger, the way his fingers tap against your desk like he’s resisting the urge to touch you.

KATSUKI BAKUGO, when he knows you’re out with friends, he doesn’t pull the usual possessive coincidentally running into you routine. he lets you have your space but makes sure you get home safe. "text me when you’re back."

but the real proof is in the way he listens. the way he remembers.

KATSUKI BAKUGO, who recalls things you mentioned offhandedly weeks ago—your favorite dessert from that bakery downtown, the dumb movie you wanted to watch but never got around to. one night, you mention offhandedly that you’ve been stressed, and the next day, he drags you out of your apartment. "c’mon. you need a break."

you expect something explosive, something him—but instead, he takes you to a quiet spot, lets you rant, doesn’t rush you. just listens.

and when you look at him, skeptical, waiting for him to make some kind of sarcastic remark, he just shrugs. "told you i was serious."

he never demands anything from you. never pushes you for an answer.

but one night, after another long day, after another moment where he reminds you, without words, just how much he’s changed—how much he’s trying—you finally give in.

you reach for his hand.

it’s tentative, just a light brush of your fingers against his. he looks down, then back up at you, something unreadable in his expression.

you squeeze lightly, voice quiet. "okay."

he blinks. "okay?"

you take a breath. "i believe you."

and for the first time in a long time, he smiles. really smiles.

then, with all the patience he’s learned just for you, he lifts your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles.

"’bout fuckin' time."

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⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ hi!! a little something to publish bc i feel i havent been posting much like i've been before? js burnout from school and shit, also indulging my free time😭 hope you guys enjoy💜💜