#franks cute fucking face

[frnkiebby]

hi, yes, hello? i need to smoosh them~🎃

[dailyfrank]

Here are some I took of Frank at the L.S. Dunes show on April 8th

Quality is shit, but I love those pics.

<3

[ellieslob]

★cheerleader x pervy!loser ellie

+warnings: stalker ellie, voyeurisim, dub-con???, a bit of degrading, smut

+ kinda inspired in she by tyler the creator and frank ocean, and bottoms, ngl

ways to help palestine!!!

REBLOG!

pervy!loser ellie staring from outside of your window, hiding between shadows and bushes, pressing her thighs together, trying to concentrate only on your moans, not on the disgusting growls your stupid junkie boyfriend was making, she was indecisive about taking a real look, or staying with only your beautiful sounds, either way, at this point, her panties were soaking wet.

god, she was pathetic.

one of your moans turned into a scream, a pornographic sound that went directly to her untouched and desperate clit, shit was almost throbbing. she couldn't help it, her eyes went further into the room, the bed squeaking as he pounded you, you were riding him, the reverse cowboy position only made ellie’s view more enjoyable, she could barely see something out of that piece of shit, not his stupid face, not his repulsive body, just his dick, sliding in and out of your abussed pussy. you were facing completely towards the window, towards her, your room didn't had curtains and still, you were comfortable showing your almost naked body, only your bra on, getting railed like a fucking slut and opening your legs for her, stroking your covered tits, brushing your clit so desperate,  your littles whines of distress when not even that could bring your climax. ellie got fucking pissed, that dip fuck not only was making you do all the extra work, he wasnt even fucking you right, sure, he was doing the bare minimum, but she could see in your expressions that he wasn’t hitting the right spots at all, you were a crying mess and all for the wrong reasons.

your hand got tired and you tried to move a little, you finally opened your eyes and caught her, staring directly at you, her eyes filled with fear and horror.

fuck.

she should have stayed at her fucking house masturbating only to your instagram stories or something, shit, shit…

shit.

you weren't screaming or throwing things at her to make her go. you didn't stop moving, you didn't take your eyes out of hers.

you knew that little fucking weirdo, always stayed late at the gym and stared at every single one of your practices, but not to all the girls, no; it didnt matter how curvy, how showy or how pretty the girls were, she never looked at them, her eyes seemed to be glued to your body, the feeling of her gaze scanning when you bend over and tie your shoes, was kinda exhilarating, hearing her things fall and hit the ground when she noticed you were only wearing a thong, was definitely funny and her little coughs to try to recover from it? you had to admit they were kinda cute, soo pathetic, but kinda cute.

so when you saw that fucking pervy bitch hide by your fucking window again, like she had been doing the last couple of nights, you begged your stupid useless boyfriend to fuck you right there.

ellie saw your hands creeping to the lace bra, a smirk crossed your soft red lips, you threw the item directly to her face, she catched it in the air, and rushed to push it on her nose.

smelled fucking amazing.

“fuck!” those were the first words you had said in the last thirty minutes, you pushed your hips against the ones that were fucking you, ellie stood a little higher, eager, wanting to touch you, to actually touch you in the places you needed her. you saw her hand slip down her cargo pants, your moans got higher, damn, at this point you seemed more desperate than her. “faster.” you demanded, the dumb fuck thought you were talking to him, but ellie smiled, and she moved her own hand quickly, bitting her lip, your hips started moving like crazy and your little shy and mostly acted moans became so raspy and loud, whines that almost sounded like cries for help. 

actual tears were going down, you were almost drowlin’ as you kept fucking yourself roughly, shit, you were about to cum, for the first time in the night, ellie mouthed “your clit” and you reached it furiously, both of your hands were moving at the same pace, both of you were looking at each others lips, mouths opened lewdly, wishing you could reach them and kiss.

“fuckfuckfuck, yes baby” your eyes struggled to not get closed, you needed to look at ellie’s face, to her eyes being almost rolled out, her desperation, you wanted to keep that picture forever in your brain, but you were cumming hard, god, it was the best orgasm you have had in a long time, the brunette was a hot mess, all blushed and biting her lip to bleed, her hair was tangled and sticked at her forehead, her hand was moving briskly under her underwear and her brown eyes almost begging you to cum, so she could.

fuck, she was fucking sick

and still, you wanted her to be the one under you, so she could touch your nipples, play with them until they hurted, so she could edge you, so she could spank you and kiss you, put her tongue in yours while she pounded on you.

and you could hear her moaning in your ears.

“ellie!” you were dumbfucked, couldn't think about anything else but your climax and hers, that followed yours immediately, but at the same time your boyfriend heard you and looked instinctively at the window, catching a glimpse of the brunette´s face before she picked up her pants and started running.

“what the fuck, was that creep whatching us? are you okay? you must have been like super freaked out”

you blushed, covering your breast with your hands, trying to recover from the orgasm “yeah, it was… super fucked up”

[gloxk]

Please give us sum eren & armin toxic hc Like armin and eren would be two different types of toxic. Ex!boyfriend eren blowing ur back out n sending it to ur bf or whoever ur talking to n ex!boyfriend armin not being able to take you talking to someone else so he fucks you a party or smth idk go crazy. 🤰🏾.

“Yeah my ex is crazy.”

A/N: No bc they are two completely different types of toxic. Like idk how to explain it? I js feel like eren is the type of ex to be petty and trifling. But armin..omg..armin goes off the fucking deep end. But i love my lil psychos🤭.

WARNING!: A lil fluff , toxic behavior, unhealthy relationships, smut, unprotected s*x, Blackmailing, Mentions of offing someone, obsession, controlling, plus other things . +17 mdni

EREN! Please for the love of god don’t let Eren find out you fucking with someone else. This man will go from nonchalant to crazy. “Oh word? This what we doing?”. He disregards the fact yall broke up a whole month ago.

He would definitely blow up your phone after seeing a post on instagram. “Who is he?” & “He fuck you better then me?”. Oh and please don’t tell him yes. Because let me warn you. He will be right there at that door knocking.

“You know you fucking lyin. But ight we gon see.” He hung up the phone and you laughed at him. Who gave this man an ego? Did he really think he was the only man with good dick?

You were confused when you heard a knock on your door but to your surprise, it was eren. “What the fuck?” he pushed right passed you walking into your apartment. “Nah, don’t fucking play with me y/n.” You could tell he was pissed just by his voice.

This man wasted no time bending you over the couch and fucking you right there.

“Nobody could fuck you better the me.” He grabbed a fists full of your hair pulling you up to his mouth.“You belong to me. Don’t ever let me find out there’s someone other than me fucking you like this.” and to be quite frank, nobody could fuck you like eren.

Eren talked you through the whole thing. He knew he was rough with you, but god he couldn’t help it. So that’s why he praised you for taking his dick so well <3.

He took out his phone and pressed record. His hard thrust drove lewd moans from your lips. “Fuck right there!” you screamed every time his hips slapped your ass. He made sure he got glimpse of your face so the guy knew it was you. He made sure you screamed his name just to prove who you belonged to.

You got so many miss calls while eren fucked you to sleep. Every time ole boy called eren went faster. <3

You woke up alone, your bed empty. Your phone notifications were through the roof. Over 100 notifications from that guy. It was crazy. But a simple text from eren stuck out. “Let me hear word about you fucking w some again. Next time ima put em in a casket.”

You weren’t sure if he was joking or not. But one thing you did know was he made every threat a promise. And he always kept his promises.

ARMIN! Lawd, you let armin find out you even thought about some one else fucking you, it was over.

This man went full psychotic when word got to him about you talking to someone guy. Apparently you were at a party grinding all up against him.

The first thing armin did was collect every drop of information he had on this guy. His home address, His mother’s facebook, His phone number, Job number. He knew too much on the fucker who decided to touch his pretty “girlfriend”.

It pissed him off, how dare you try to replace him. He blew up your phone to the point it crashed. “That’s so fucking cute, y/n. You think that you can just go fuck some other guy?” , “Please don’t make me do something crazy.” . The crazy part was you didn’t even fuck the guy, he was just fucking crazy. He always assumed you were cheating for some reason.

When you didn’t answer his calls he pulled up expeditiously. if you didn’t answer within the 30 minute window he wouldn’t wait to show up to your door.

“Y/n open this goddamn door.” He banged on the door. It was 2 am- oh yeah he knew you had work later, he didn’t care.

As soon as you open the door an argument ensued. “Pick up the fucking phone when I call you y/n” He yelled at you slamming the door behind him. “You ain’t my fucking boyfriend Armin. Ion gotta do shit.”

He never made you regret your words so fast. His nails dug into your hips as his pace increased. “Ain’t yo fucking boyfriend huh? Then why you letting me fuck you raw?”

Your bed was a mess after he made you cum over and over again. After he was done all you could do was mumble incoherently ‘Nobody is better then you’. He was rough but his after care made up for it <3.

He kissed your forehead before he nuzzled into your chest. “You’re the best I ever had.” he soon fell asleep after those words left his mouth.

I love my cute lil crazy guys <3

[sh1-n0bu]

✿ 𝙠-𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨?! ✿

characters: currently every adult characters x gn!reader

warnings: fluff, established relationship, characters might be OOC due to not having much interaction with them to know them enough yet, short hc formats, slightly suggestive on some characters’ due to their tacet mark placement

notes: i wanna kiss calcharo’s tacet mark so bad and this idea stemmed. decided to add a certain someone that people cough cough @lufenianwol cough has been simping for

as known to everyone with eyes, calcharo's tacet marks are on his forehead. sometimes, it gets mistaken for a scar simply due to the placement and his... not so safe job

the easiest place to smooch upon!!! though, with someone like calcharo, it’s either a lose lose situation or a win win situation and there is sadly no in between

in win win situation, you would manage to get a reaction out of him. see how his cheeks turn a cute shade of pink, slight pout tugging on his lips as his eyes widen before furrowing at you. like the secretly yearning lover he is, he would tug on your sleeve, asking for a proper kiss instead of a fake one

however, in lose lose situation, you won’t be able to land a single fucking kiss on this man. he will either straight up dodge your love assaults or place a hand over your mouth, stopping your kisses with a “enough. i’m working” or “the hounds are watching me right now”

but around 80% of the times, he will relent and give into your sweet puppy eye tricks. just make a sad noise and a “aww…” and he’s pulling you back to his side with a faux sigh of annoyance as he lowers himself to your level

“fine… consider yourself lucky that i love you so much or you would have died already”

general jiyan’s resonator mark is on the back of his spine, quite the peculiar spot as it is a sensitive place by both resonator standards and also simple human anatomy standards. but by [name]’s standards, everything is kissable. even jiyan’s resonator mark

it’s always so cute to see his reactions whenever you place a quick kiss to the star aligned shaped marks. a little jump of his body from the suddenness of it all — he genuinely didn’t hear or felt your presence creeping up on him — turning around quickly to grab ahold of you with a chuckle and a blush

“now, where do you think you’re going after pulling such a stunt, dear?”

place another kiss to his chin then his lips. that will shut him up real quick and turn him into a putty in your hands. but if you end up kissing his tacet mark when he is in front of his soldiers, beware that his midnight rangers will giggle and tease you two — their general more than you, to be frank — of how you two were such an adorable couple

it always gets him jumpy and blushy blushy too. a good place to startle him and get him all flustered. it also rejuvenates the tired general, as it feels like a cute non-verbal “do your best!” cheer from you

“alright, i loved the kiss but how does a proper kiss sound, dearest? in private”

resonator yangyang’s tacet marks are also in a place easily visible to those who have eyes and great eyesight, on her forehead

the position makes for a perfect way to tease her but also to give her affection. yangyang is quite shy when it comes to affection and she is still getting used to your relationship, so whenever you lean in to brush her bangs away from her face to place a kiss on her tacet mark, she always turns beet red, cupping her cheeks as she turns her back to you

please don’t — or do, depending on the mood and your preferences — kiss her tacet mark in public, especially in front of chixia. poor girl would not hear the end of chixia’s teasing words and eyebrow wiggles of the gunslinger. and poor yangyang ends up with a squeak, a beet red face and not one, but two cruel teasing from both her lover and chixia

also one of the easiest places to smooch upon!!

sometimes, it can also work as a form of comfort to her too. on the days when she’s feeling particularly homesick and feeling down in the dumps, just kiss her tacet mark and keep your foreheads together. it’ll brjng back the sweet smile on yangyang’s face real quick

“thank you… it means a lot to me”

to those who briefly skim over something or someone, resonator mortefi’s tacet marks will be quite hard to spot. that alongside the way he wears his doctor’s white robe, but it is located on the right side of his chest, resembling a scar more with its vertical placement and large size

but when it glows and becomes bigger whenever he uses his powers, that’s when it becomes easy to spot that it is indeed a tacet mark and not a scar

a very easy place to smooch upon due to the way he wears his doctor’s white robe but also a perfect place to tease him

mortefi isn’t exactly the biggest person when it comes to PDA and it shows on how he prefers to simple hold hands or hug you in public. but don’t be fooled. take his taller frame and hug into advantage and kiss the tacet mark and voila! you have a surprised mortefi!

though it is nice to see your lover’s cheeks turn red and the nearby area to suddenly start feeling more warmer — wait is his cup of cold coffee starting to steam now? — the way he would pinch your cheeks and lecture you is not so fun

don’t worry though, mortefi will let you go eventually with a sigh and kiss your reddened cheeks

“don’t pull such stunt again if you want to keep your favorite clothes from being burned”

resonator yuanwu’s tacet mark is on the right side of his neck. an easy to spot place though due to his preferences to wear high collared shirts and clothes that generally cover his neck, it becomes a bit hard to spot them at times

yuanwu is the one who has the most calmest reactions out of everyone, me thinks. the most you will get out of him is a momentary freeze before he chuckles and wraps his arms around you

he finds it adorable that you yank down the collars of his clothes to place a kiss on his tacet mark, a sweet gesture of affection that makes him go doki-doki

if you’re on the shyer side of things, it’s okay. yuanwu is a gentleman after all, he will take off his hat and hold it over the two of you as you place a kiss on his tacet mark. but be warned that he will pull you in for a proper kiss on the lips afterwards if he takes off his hat

yuanwu loves cats and hot teas but he loves you more, so whatever you ask, whenever you ask to place a kiss on his tacet mark, he will simply chuckle and lower himself to your level like the gentleman he is. sometimes, he even kisses the back of your hand after you kiss his tacet mark as a form of returning the affection

“a kiss for the fairest of them all”

resonator aalto’s tacet mark is also on his neck too! except it’s on the left side of his neck and compared to yuanwu, aalto doesn’t really wear clothes that covers his tacet mark so it’s easier for you to smooch upon!

the most overdramatic reactor out of everyone. giggling, kicking his feet, tucking a hair behind his ear, blushing and going “owhh stop it you~!” — the whole pack. aalto’s a tease and a drama queen so don’t be surprised if he starts swooning over you and your kiss on his tacet mark after you pull away

as purposefully dramatic he is, aalto simply reacts that way so he won’t show just how caught off guard he is and genuinely melting on the spot by the sweet gesture on the inside. his heart is going doki-doki! 103873829 miles per hour and he will cover it up with his overreactions

if there are flowers around when you kiss his mark, he will zoom away for a second, pick up a few flowers and zoom back before putting the flower into your hair. that, or if there are enough flowers, he will create a makeshift bouquet for you. his mist abilities makes him super quick so don’t underestimate his love for you too!

just be aware that afterwards, he would pucker up his lips, making kissing noises as he asks for a kiss on his lips

“this place! this place has a tacet mark too and you forgot?!”

resonator sanhua is a special case for her tacet mark is in her right eye rather than on her body like the other resonators. but that will not deter you and your mission to kiss it

simple, ask sanhua to close her eyes. sometimes her sharp mind will catch up and she will understand what you are about to do and let out a laugh or two while calling you silly

sometimes she won’t. especially if you’re acting like you’re hiding something behind your back. she will think it’s another shiny rock or pretty flower you stumbled upon and want to show it to her

only to get a surprise kiss over her right eyelid!

either way, sanhua is a woman who recovers quickly and acts quickly too. so don’t be surprised if she pulls you in for a quick kiss or straight up dips you in her arms before placing a kiss over your eyelid. after asking you to close your eyes of course

sanhua loves the latter option more as if shows her strength while she also gets to hear your startled noise. she thinks it’s very cute, akin to a sweet little hamster squeaking

“you never cease to catch me off guard, my snowflake”

resonator danjin’s tacet mark is on her left bicep! an easy access area for a quick smooch but also a sweet place to show her a romantic affection as well

wanna learn the quickest way to fluster sweet danjin? just pick up her hand and kiss the back of it. slowly trail your kisses up her arm, one by one, kiss by kiss before making it to the now already glowing and furiously moving about tacet mark

just be warned that when you pull this stunt — especially in public where people could see and tease you two for it — she might momentarily lose control of her power before BAM! a big red shield like thing hits your face, pushing you away from a flushed danjin

but nothing to worry! danjin is a sweet lover and she will always fuss over the already forming red mark on your forehead, while also scolding you on the side

as much as she loves you and your affections, please don’t pull such a stunt in public! she might end up hitting you in the face again! — she says as the very same action takes place again for the 4th time this week

“please don’t do that in public! i don’t wanna keep dealing with your bruised forehead…”

resonator xiaofang— ahem, chixia’s tacet mark is on the left side of her stomach as easily seen by everyone! bright, big and always buzzing, just like the owner of the tacet mark. a bright and bubbly young woman she is, full of energy and mischief to spread around

the same can be said about you, her loving partner, whenever you steal a kiss from her. especially on the tacet mark of hers

wanna know how you first broke your nose? you spooked chixia by kissing her tacet mark without beforehand warning. it was meant to be a cute little surprise, a gesture of affection but chixia got spooked and her instincts kicked in. swinging her elbow, a quick little crack! noise resonating around the place the two of you were in before you groaned out as what she just did dawned upon chixia

safe to say, you learned your lesson and never did it without afore mentioned warning again. you are not dealing with another broken nose, nuh-uh

it is much more preferred for both chixia and you to kiss each other’s scars and tacet marks in the privacy of your home. you can kiss them but also tickle her too! a perfect place it is for her to get tickled

“pfaaahahhahahha—! [n-name], enough enough! uncle! uncle!”

madam magistrate, resonator jinhsi’s tacet marks are also on the back of her spine! but compared to general jiyan, her’s is a bit longer and bigger

a perfect spot to kiss to soother her and help her de-stress. especially when you sneak inside her office to find her slumped over her desk with hundreds upon hundreds of paperworks stacked upon each other

somehow, one way or another, jinhsi always knows it’s you who had sneaked inside her office. you always make sure to be as silent as a mouse but nope, she will know it’s you the moment you slip in through the doors or the huge windows

nevertheless, it eases her mind and soothes her soul all the time. it doesn’t matter if she was asleep, taking a quick nap while hunched over her desk. the moment you kiss the glowing star marks on the back of her neck, a smile will adorn jinhsi’s face as a soft pleased hum is let out

in her opinion, every drop of affection from you is dearly held by the madam magistrate. due to her title, she can’t spend as much as time with you as she hopes for… but these small moments and drops of love helps her keep moving on

“mm… lover~ don’t tell me you’re leaving without giving me a proper kiss? that is an order from the madam magistrate herself”

resonator baizhi’s tacet marks are… a bit on the suggestive part of place. it’s located on the outer of her upper right thigh and therefore, makes it impossible to kiss when in public

but the same can’t be said when in private! so be sure to pepper the star shaped marks in a lot of kisses before you two step out of the comfort of your home

“it’s a way to help you rejuvenate and prepare for the draining day that lay ahead!” you always argue, daring to pout when baizhi softly scolds you for having an obsession with her thigh. but who can blame you? baizhi is a gorgeous woman and the placement of her tacet mark is an added bonus to tease her

whenever you lower yourself to kiss the softly glowing mark, if you’tan is near, the poor creature squeaks before leaving to another room of the home

seeing that even you’tan is embarrassed by your shameless actions, baizhi couldn’t help but sigh as she pushes your head away from her thigh with a finger on your forehead

though she would never admit it, seeing you clinging to her leg will make her feel… something

“that is enough. really, how shameless can you get, [name]?”

resonator changli’s is another one that is… in a provocative place. it’s under her breasts, a small, white glowing tacet marks of five stars in one line, waiting patiently to be kissed

due to the placement of her tacet mark and her quite… sizable breasts, changli has received more stares than she could count to the point she had gotten used to it and started to tease others for staring at them. whether that be her tacet mark or her boobs, the mischievous teacher of the current madam magistrate will not hesitate to call out someone for staring inappropriately

all the while with her ever so present calm, collected, shit-eating grin

but with you, her lover, she is a bit more different. sure, she will still call out your shameless staring and saying that you should have a handkerchief in hand at all times when around her because according to her, “you were drooling”

be sure to stare even more or give her the same shit-eating grin back and say that they were distracting. all three of them before leaning in to place a kiss on her exposed tacet mark. kiss her breast if you’re feeling mischievous and be suffocated between them because changli will pull you in for an unexpected hug. it is her form of getting back at you

“tsk tsk… naughty [name] for doing such actions in broad daylight, in public”

resonator, overseer scar’s tacet marks can be hard to find at first glance. one, they are on his neck, two, because of his damn high collared, neck covering jumpsuit

but to you, he allows it to be easy to be seen. he will dramatically spin around and flop himself down into your lap and throw his head back, exposing his tacet mark to you as he moans about being extremely deprived of his [name] affections and how his [name] affection meter was dropping low extremely quickly to a dangerous degree

it’s been 5 fucking minutes since you last been beside him, kick his overdramatic ass off of your lap

either way, scar is a clingy lover and he will pout and whine and even hiss like a needy, clingy cat while he complains that his lover isn’t paying attention to him. the quickest way to shut him up is to either ignore him completely until he gives up or to yank down the collar of his jumpsuit before kissing his tacet mark

it will either way, turn him all gushy, giddy and diva-like as he kicks his legs, cooing out “ooohhh [naaammeee]~” in a sing song voice or two, genuinely catch him off guard as he yelps, blinking at you with a slight pink on his cheeks. wanna make him even more wordless and flushed beet red? kiss his scars

“y-you… hey no fair, you’re supposed to be the prey here…”

resonator yinlin’s tacet mark is a bit hard to find truthfully. people can easily skim across it, thinking of it as a scar or a tattoo and it makes yinlin smug. not only is it somewhere hidden but it is also so small to the point it can’t be described between a tattoo, scar or a tacet mark. it is on the outer of her upper left thigh and it’s easily hidden between her intricate dress design

truthfully, whenever you ask her if you could kiss her tacet mark, it brings out the slight sadistic parts of yinlin out. she can’t help it, you’re just so adorable like a puppy asking for their favorite treat!

will allow you to kiss them, just not in public. perhaps hidden behind a bunch of boxes stacked upon one another or in a waiting room where no one can see you two

yinlin is… a bit cruel. sadistic, more like, as she huffs before a grin would spread on her face. uh-oh, you have signed your fate

but with all her bravado and cruel pranks that she likes to pull on you at times, she loves how you would kiss the small star marks with so much love and gentleness. will pull you in for a proper kiss afterwards of course

“if you wanna kiss them so bad, then you better get on your knees, [name]~”

resonator taoqi’s tacet marks are also placed on her spine just like general jiyan and madam magistrate’s! another perfect spot to smooch upon when you find her slumped over on her desk, whining about too much paperwork

being the director of border defense at the ministry of development is a tough work. she has to keep her eye on every midnight rangers and outriders, making sure to ensure their safety above all else alongside the borders to never falter. which is why due to her nature of work, every moment shared with you is one that brings her utmost happiness

you two could literally be just quietly cuddled together on the couch, watching some movies without saying anything. and even then, that would make her just happy to be beside you. your presence is something that she loves most after all

another thing she loves is whenever you pepper her tacet marks in kisses. taoqi would laugh, finding your fascination with her tacet marks endearing as her hand comes up to pat your head. she might leave a kiss or a few on your own spine, leaving a peach pink lipstick behind

“teheheh… now we are both the same!”

rover’s one that is on the back of her right hand. a perfect spot to kiss and show affection in my opinion!

take her hand into your own and place a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. like a knight revering their princess as you like to say it, to which rover quietly giggles at, a cute blush on her cheeks that matches her red eyeliner

rover finds your act of affection to her tacet marks adorable. even with the amnesia and identity crisis she goes through at times, rover couldn’t help but find your actions… oddly familiar. the same pose, the same voice, the same gentle kiss to the back of her hand

when telling you about these thoughts, she couldn’t help but just want to pinch your cheeks when you always, cheekily say that “perhaps we’ve been lovers in our past lives and was simply fated to meet again!”

you and your cute cheeky words. beware that fem rover will bite your cheeks as a sign of a threat. and she sees your cheeky words as a threat

“hmph! maybe… just maybe, we are indeed past life lovers and was fated to meet again.. though, no more of that theory or i will bite your other cheek”

male rover’s is also on the back of his right hand! such an easy place to tease him for whatever reason you may have

compared to fem rover, male rover is a bit more shy. he is a sweetheart like that and he will turn beet red whenever you get down on your knees, take his hand and place a soft kiss to the tacet mark. might even get too embarrassed if the two of you are in public and some people around cough cough chixia cough will tease you two for being all lovey dovey

when too embarrassed and pushed to the brim, rover will accidentally use his havoc powers and before you know it, you’re knocked away with a big black feathery wing smacking your face. he will even cover his face with his hands and hide himself behind his wing

he won’t come out from behind the wing at all, even when coaxed gently. if anything he will just smack you in the face if you try to pull the “we must have been fated to be lovers in all our lives” narrative. wanna learn how to see his cute red face? just kiss his wing instead! it gets him squeaky real quick

“you—! you are absolutely ruthless and i wish i could throw you off of a mountain…”

oh general geshu lin… one dreamy man he is with his tacet mark out in the open on his neck, proudly put on display as he uses his black flames to destroy anything that dares to step in his way

he also gifted you a matching earring like his own and a necklace to wear! the one that looks like a fang dangling from a thin leather string. but that is only if you want to wear them or even one of them that is... he secretly wants to see you wear both the earrings and necklace one day. everyone knows the general is down bad crazy for you and would probably tackle you down with kisses if you do end up wearing them. he just wants people to see that you and him were a couple and that you were his...

don’t look at him! it’s just that you’re so gorgeous and he is so happy and counts himself lucky to be your significant other that he gets a bit possessive when he sees others eye you with a certain glint in their eyes... hes just a teensy bit insecure about himself so please kiss him and his tacet marks to soothe his worries

be sure to wash away the general’s worries and insecurities with kisses to his tacet mark and the scar on his lip on the daily!

“mmgh… you are so unfair… one more, you missed a scar”

resonator jianxin’s tacet mark is… a tad bit hard to find. it’s not on her hands, her arms or her legs… perhaps it’s on her back or spine?

“hey! come on you silly, it’s right here!” a hand cups your cheeks, directing your gaze to her… shoulders? oh! now you know why there is an odd slit on the left shoulder of her clothes. you simply thought of it as an odd choice of fashion that jianxin really loves but no. there, on her left shoulder, peeking through the odd cut was her tacet mark

it is indeed a bit hard of a place to find or even kiss. but that won’t stop you nor your determination. a kiss on the tacet mark in the morning for good luck, a stolen one during her lunchtime at the tea shop — though beware that you may or may not get bonked upon the head for it — and one before going to sleep

the monk finds your obsession with kissing her tacet mark a bit odd as she doesn’t think much of it but alas, she will humor her lover at each kiss and sliver of affection before returning her own. jianxin is a sweetheart like that after all. though, please don’t interrupt her meditation, she will accidentally send you flying with a punch

“ah—! oh no, i told you to not kiss me while i’m meditating [name]! oh dear… which direction did i sent you flying…?”

resonator camellya could be a bit tricky and hard to find at first glance to be honest. it’s not big like mortefi nor jiyan nor is it in a noticeable place like calcharo or aalto

camellya uses it to her advantage too. it does a good job in hiding her powers and she uses it to her advantage to deal with… a trickier clients or information brokers. one moment she will act helpless and innocent and the next, her hair is turning red and large deadly flowers are chomping at the annoying brokers

though she will always make an exception with you. you have always been her favorite after all and camellya loves her favored client and information broker

“for the last time, ‘lya… we are dating” she could hear you groan, wrapped up tightly in her vines and flowers as you dangle upside down from them. camellya simply giggles, cheeks flushing slightly at your nth reminder of your recently official relationship. hands cupping her own cheeks as she swoons over imaginations of your future dates. you wanna become free? just use her momentary weakness to your advantage, swing yourself back and forth before leaning in and planting a kiss to her chest. especially on her tacet mark

“oh—! oh, [name] you naughty lover~! would you like to become my flowers’ next feast?”

art credit to koitotwt on twt!

okay he isn’t a resonator but pls act like he is for the sake of the story resonator yhan’s tacet mark is completely hidden away compared to the other resonators! it is safely hidden under his layers of clothing, spread over his chest horizontally like a scar

it does get mistaken for a scar because… well, yhan works a dangerous job and he has many scars. but he isn’t at all deterred by the markings on his body. in fact, he will cheekily flex his muscles and take off his shirt and pants for you to stare at if he catches you sneaking a glance in his way

if he thinks you will flush red like a maiden and turn away, he is dead wrong. if anything, it will be him who will be blushing and turning away like a maiden when you quickly approach him, placing a kiss on the tacet mark over his pecks with a squeeze to his chest to further dig in your victory

find him cupping his cheeks and squirming in his spot with a blush as if this is your first date all over again. you’ve been with his ass for years, you know what gets him flustered. he should have picked his battles wiser, even more so considering that he quite literally trains the next generation of midnight rangers and outriders

“but [nameeee]~ what if i like being your victim?”

smack his ass

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

The music JJK men would fuck you to <3

Tags: nsfw, mdni

An: YES I'm including Mahito.. I'm sorry but I love him :(

Incl: Satoru, Suguru, Choso, Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Mahito

SATORU

Satoru would be a little basic and fuck you to The Weeknd and a few other similar artists. He loves the slow, sensual beat as he effortlessly rolls his hips deep inside you over and over again.

Sometimes, he'll turn on Cbat just to fuck with you and make you laugh, but when you start laughing and your cute little cunt tightens around him, he goes feral. You don't even realize Cbat played in it's full entirety from how mindless you are from his cock <3

He'll also start out with Hey Daddy (Daddy's Home) just for the shits and giggles.

Songs:

Hey Daddy (Daddy's Home) - Usher

Coming Down - The Weeknd

Cbat - Hudson Mohawke

Hotel - Montell Fish

SUGURU

Suguru fucks to Sleep Token. You cannot change my mind. That man thrives off the building tension that Sleep Token songs create. He starts off slow with a lot of teasing, but by the end of the songs, he has you seeing stars from how hard he's pounding into you. He quite literally steals the breath from your lungs.

He'll sometimes switch it over to Bad Omens if he's feeling extra rude. He fucks hard and mean to their songs, making sure you know exactly who your pussy belongs to.

Songs:

Jaws - Sleep Token

Take Me Back to Eden - Sleep Token

Like a Villain - Bad Omens

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND - Bad Omens

CHOSO

Choso fucks you to Deftones when he's in a dominant mood. He loves the guitar rift that plays in the back while he's making you whimper and grab at the sheets. Your incoherent murmurs of praise mixed with the loud music in the back is enough to make his head spin.

Yet he also loves that he can make love to you to Deftones as well. They're so versatile for whatever mood he's in at the moment.

Songs:

My Own Summer (Shove it) - Deftones

Change (In the House of Flies) - Deftones

Beware - Deftones

God Complex - VIOLENT VIRA

TOJI

Toji prefers to fuck without music because he loves the sound of your needy whines and the sound of your cunt absolutely drooling all around him while he ruthlessly pummels his cock deep inside you. However, when he's in the mood, he turns on the nastiest divorced dad rock.

It just gets him in the mood to make love to your entire body, and I mean your ENTIRE body. His favorite way to unwind from a hard day is with his tongue deep in your cunt with good music playing in the background.

Songs:

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

Addicted - Saving Abel

Bad Girlfriend - Theory of A Deadman

Crazy Bitch - Buckcherry

SUKUNA

This man does NOT fuck you to music. The sounds of your desperate cries and begging for more is music to his hears. He doesn't even listen to modern day music, and Heien Era music just doesn't fuck as hard as music does today.

There is one song though... He likes the beat, and the lyrics are good too. It's just not a song you'd expect the King of Curses to listen to....

Songs:

Cat Girls Are Ruining My Life! - Corpse

NANAMI

Nanami makes love to you with Hoizer songs in the background. He loves listening to his songs because they remind him of you. He loves the slow and methodical beat while he's making you feel so so good. He'll whisper sweet things in your ear while he has your legs on his shoulders.

Songs:

Work Song - Hoizer

Too Sweet - Hoizer

Sailor Song - Gigi Perez

American Wedding - Frank Ocean

MAHITO

Mahito is constantly under stimulated, so he loves loud, chaotic music to feel the constant void he feels. Though, when he's balls deep inside you, he doesn't need the unpredictable music. He does still prefer the fast-paced music because let's face it. This man doesn't understand the concept of rhythm. I'll pray for your pussy :)

Songs:

Ecstacy - SUICIDAL-IDOL

IN MY MOUTH - Black Dresses

wutiwant - Saraunh0ly

Love Potions - BJ Lips

[jumbojazzcats93]

Perfect, Perfect, Perfect - Ghost

Summary - DOD contracted civilian is perfectly confident and brooks no nonsense at work, but when she hooks up with Simon not knowing it's Ghost, he gets whiplash seeing her other side.

Tags/Warnings - noncanon, 18+ MDNI, divider by @/cafekitsune @glossysoap @violet-phantoms @lordlydragon @quietlyignoringyou @ivymarquis @grizzersmamma @gremlingottoosilly @ghastlybirdie

"Sir, I'm not the one drawing up the CONOPs, and even if I was, arguing with me would not change any of the things outlined in them."

Ghost could hear her from his office across the hall; prickly and stern. A platoon leader from another section had come in about 5 minutes ago, guns blazing and irritation tainting the peaceful vibe of your space, demanding to speak with whoever put out "-That bullshit order to the distro." Ghost heard you try to be amicable at first, only to then get steamrolled by the captain in your office. He considered shutting his door. It was irritating listening to the prick complain, but the satisfaction of hearing you knock down someone so pompous was far greater.

Then came the angry and exasperating rhetoric of, "Well, what do you suggest I do about this than? Hm?"

"Well Sir, to be quite frank I don't really care, but I had assumed that at such a senior rank and with all the experience you boast of, that you could figure it out on your own." You aimed a rehearsed smile at him and folded your hands on your desk. Ghost leaned back in his chair, watching through the open doors and tapping his pen on his desk. Clicking his jaw shut, the captain silently glared at you for a moment before you gestured towards the open door with an elegant wave of your hand. A signal of 'you can go now' that caused an amused huff of air to escape Ghost's nose. Taking in a slow, deep breath, the captain turned and stomped from the room. Ghost just tracked him with his eyes as he turned down the hall and fled.

The deep sigh that emanated from your office had his eyes trailing back to your doorway. Whispered ranting and mockings of the bastard had Ghost fighting down a grin. You appeared in the doorway suddenly, looking at him with an incredulous look on your face and threw your hands in the air. He just shook his head in response. He didn't think either of you had ever actually said more than a few greetings to one another; you just shared silent exchanges like this one. Rolling your eyes, your hands flopped to your sides as you scoffed and stomped back to your desk.

So much attitude in that little head of yours.

Tinted lipgloss stuck to Simon's cock. Make-up tainted tear tracks stained your face from the way he was throat fucking you. He was gonna cum in the next 15 seconds if he didn't stop, so he squeezed the base of his cock and pulled you back by your hair with a breathy grunt. The way you looked up at him panting with a mix of drool and precum dripping down your chin made his cock throb dangerously. Your wet doe eyes and soft hands were not what he was expecting when he lied his way into your bed. At work you were known as a bitch. A hard ass, DOD contracted civillian brought in by Laswell to plan and track special forces missions and everything to do with them.

The image of the you from work crossed with the vision of you in front of him. On your knees with your head resting against his thigh as you looked up at him. You were the perfect image of a sweet and obedient little lover-girl tonight. He smoothed a hand over your hair, trailing it down your cheek until his thumb was pressing against your bottom lip. Humming dreamily, your tongue laved at his thumb before he pressed it into your mouth. Your furrowed eyebrows were just so cute. He'd never be able to look at you the same after this.

"You want somethin' from me, lovie?", he teased, pulling his thumb away and replacing it with his cock. You nodded with a small, whiney, "Yes, please." "Open up, than greedy girl."

You stuck your tongue out, letting him smack his cock on it a few times before kissing and licking the tip. With one hand holding the back of your head, Simon carefully eased his cock into your mouth. You held fluttering eye contact as he slowly began thrusting faster; beginning to throat fuck you once more. His mean little coworker... seeing you so different out of your usual setting and the fact that he had been practically edging himself made quick work of him. A minute was all it took before he was pulling his cock from your mouth and jerking himself off as he came all over your face. He let you continue licking at his cock as he leaned against the wall, recovering.

Simon didn't even realize his eyes had closed, but at the sound of your pathetic little whimper they shot open. Hand between your legs, cheek resting against his thigh, you looked up at him with a sad little pout on your lips. "You're a good girl ain'tcha?" His hand caressed your hair while you nodded. "Don't worry, dove. I won't dare leave ya without a reward."

He guided you to the couch and had you on your back in an instant. With your legs pushed to your chest, your wet cunt was fully on display. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and dragged you toward the edge, closer to his face. His thumb lightly rubbed your clit making your whole body twitch. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, "Poor girl is so sensitive..." He gives your clit a wet kiss before laving his tongue along your cunt, eating you out. Your moans and squeaks had his cock stiffening again. He teased his two middle fingers into your cunt and watched your expression; carefully prodding until he saw your eyes heavily flutter and your skin flush a deeper shade. Simon pressed into that spot until your moans pitched higher and your thighs squeezed his head.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, yesyesyesyesyesyes-" One hand pressed into your lower stomach while his other hand continued to fuck into you. He pulled his mouth from your cunt, leaving a string of spit and slick behind. You squealed, body flexing and squirming before your head fell back, squirting on his hand. He dove back in, letting you use his tongue to ride out the rest of your ogasm until you were whimpering and whining.

Simon grabbed you, readjusting you into a more comfortable position. Your fingers slid into his hair, lips brushing and eyes meeting. That soft, dopey look had him pressing in to kiss you; hand fisting into your hair, pulling your head back as he kissed down your neck. He used his other hand to wrap your leg around his waist. Feeling you cum on his fingers had his cock painfully hard again. Now it beaded precum as it rubbed against your slick cunt. Simon grabbed his cock and positioned it, slowly pressing into you and shushing you as you whined.

"Oh yeah...", he sighed. Your cunt was just as soft as you were right now. Your hand reached for his forearm and squeezed as he bottomed out. He ran his hand up your body, his gaze trailing it's path. The way your tits jiggled with his first few thrusts altered his path until he was groping and massaging your breast with one hand and gripping your hip with the other. You pushed your chest into his eager hand; your cunt clenching. The way your hips meet his every thrust... a secondary wave of arousal washed over him.

How could he ever look you in the eye after this? He'd never get another ounce of work done again with you around.

Pulling out, Simon flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you up onto your knees. For the first time, he noticed the tattoo on your back. What a little minx. His hand slid up your spine and he leaned forward to place a wet kiss against the inked skin. Suddenly his hand was gripping the back of your neck and shoving your upper body into the cushion. Whining with your face half in the pillows and pushing back into his hips, your ass rubbed up against his leaking cock. Simon chuckled deep in throat and squeezed the back of your neck. "You wanna take it so bad don't you?" Unable to nod, you whimper, "Yes, please." His free hand landed a sudden smack against your ass causing a gasp to tear from your throat. Hand smoothing over the stinging skin, he cooed at you.

Pulling his hips away just slightly, Simon slowly guides his cock into your wet cunt. He let's a low sigh out at the feeling of being back inside your pussy. This angle feels so much better, bordering painful, but you can't really tell the difference at this point. He bears down on you so close, you feel his hot breath. His hips are firmly and intentionally grinding against your ass. His dick causing shivers to run through your body. The recoil of your ass when he begins thrusting again is mesmerizing. He grabs a handful of your ass and spreads you open, slowing his thrusts down enough to watch his cock sink into your wet cunt over and over. Moving to grip your waist with both hands, Simon speeds back up; practically using you like a doll.

The way you tighten up on him is dangerous. "Shit-" He breaths panicked. Cum spurts from his cock before he can even pull out. "Shit!" He growls, quickly stuffing his cock back in your cunt to roughly fuck himself through his orgasm. His hands shake as he finally pulls out. You feel his cum spilling out of your cunt as you go to push yourself up, but his hands grab your hips and roughly pull you backwards. Simon lays back as he drags you up his chest, placing your cunt right over his face. Any words you had formulated turn to a moan when his mouth latches onto your clit. His arms snake around your thighs and hold you against his mouth. His hot mouth that feels so good. You were already so close when he came that you know it won't be long before your orgasm burns through you. His tight grip loosens when he feels you trying to grind against his face. If he wasn't 2 ogasms out, the way you moan and grip on his thighs would make his dick hard again.

One arm uncoils from your thigh to land a rough smack to your ass. He feels your pussy clench at the act and lands another light smack before he kneads the area with a rough hand. Simon can tell from the way you tighten your thighs that you're close to cumming. He decides to lock you down with one arm wrapped around your waist. His other hand trails back, wetting his fingers in the mix of fluids before slipping 2 fingers inside of your pussy. Your head is thrown back with a pleased gasp as he finger fucks you. Curling them into your g-spot relentlessly until you're squirting; cum dripping down his chin and neck onto the bed. He keeps fingering you until you're reaching back, begging him to stop with dewy eyes and weak hands.

He's grinning as he lifts your pussy away from his mouth.

"Lieutenant Riley, you're not even paying attention." You sternly accuse from your side of the table.

Simon takes a deep, slow breathe in as he repositions himself higher in his seat, blinking a few times to clear the haze of his daydream. He clears his throat, glances at you and nods for you to continue. All you do is purse your lips; sparing him a scalding look as you continue where you left off in the PowerPoint.

"So, first round of weapons draw is going to be 0600. Buses will show at 0700 to take the troops to the range. Second round will be 1100, so buses will return around 1200 with the morning group and take the next round of soldiers up to the range. That gives all the firers about 5 hours to hit a qual out on the range. They can come back as soon as they qual, but I do NOT want to work passed 6pm tomorrow. Anyone that fails to qualify after 5 hours... well they shoukdnt even be here." You turn to look at him again and your lips purse.

He must look disinterested. Not only had he already been told the timelines for the range, but the entire time you'd been talking, he had been thinking of your escapade from this previous weekend. Every time he looked at you since you came in Monday morning, he could only see the pliant little thing you'd been Saturday when he fucked you into Sunday morning and left after a long nap in your bed. Right now though, he could see you about to throw a fit over his lack of attention toward your presentation.

"Don't worry, dove." He stood up and pushed his chair in. "I wouldn't dare to cause mess of all your hard work and planning." Simon circled the table and loomed over you. You were slow to realize, but the look in your eyes showed your recognizition of the combination of the pet name and his voice.

"Well, I-"

"It's OK, lovie." He smoothed his hand over your hair and to the side of your neck until his thumb brushed your cheek. In an instant, you looked just the same as you did this weekend. Brows pinching together and a doe eyed look replacing the severe stare down you'd been giving him. You looked almost like a deer caught in the headlights; completely unsure of what to do.

How cute.

"So you want me to open up the Arms Room, right?"

All you could muster up was a small nod.

"I'll be there at 0500 to do a pre-inspection and ready everything. I'll allow troops to start drawing their weapons 10 minutes early, too. Okay?" As he spoke his thumb traced your bottom lip. So entranced by his actions and stunned by your realization, you could only offer a breathless, "Okay." In response.

The way you looked up at him had his body moving to lean down for a kiss, but his self-control stopped him before he could even get an inch. Instead, Simon just pressed his thumb down against your bottom lip and let you go. Running his tongue along his teeth, he averted his gaze from you and walked back over to his office.

[sturncrazy]

SPLASH

Matt Sturniolo x y/n (fem)

warnings: SMUT nsfw 18+(um lang, y/n receiving, unprotected, cream pie —assume ur on bc—-semi public/sneaky, nothing too crazy)

authors note: AW ITS KINDA CUTE GUYS. here’s the other matty poo idea i had since y’all seem to eat him up always hehe.

summary: you join some of your friends on a trip to get over a breakup and end up having a heart to heart talk during a late night swim with matt….but talkings not all you end up doing…

word count: 3,431w

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“hey y/n get your suit on! we’re gonna swim!” nick said, peering in through your half opened door.

“mkay” you nodded back, forcing a smile. it’d been a split second decision to force yourself to join your friends on this trip. Nick had suggested you come to try and get your mind off of things. you and your boyfriend had broken up only 2 weeks ago, after you found him cheating on you. it’d been a long time coming and had almost never been a good relationship, but a breakup is a breakup and you were still reeling from it. you pulled out a stringy bikini, then threw an oversized t shirt on top. the house you were staying at was large and out in the middle of nowhere. the pool was a significant distance behind the house which gave it a cool secluded feel during the day, but at night the walk alone was a little eerie. you fears washed away though as you got close enough to see your friends splashing around and their laughter became audible, only lit by the purple pools lights. it brought a smile to your face and you felt genuinely happy for the first time in a while. you and your friends hung around together for a couple hours, getting late into the night when chris decided he was hungry and needed a snack. the nearest convenience store was about 20 minutes away and would be closing soon so chris and the 3 of others decided to do a junk food run, leaving just you and matt. matt had been your friend since 7th grade, but the two of you hadn’t gotten to hang out as much in the last year cause he made your ex so nervous. he was always convinced you had feelings for matt. at one point he might’ve not been wrong, but you’d never tell a soul that.

“ok last chance guys! you want anything?” nick shouted as the others ran back towards the house.

“skittles!” said matt

“oo can you get me some twizzlers?”

“yup!” nick said running off

“think he listened?” matt said wading through the water to the edge where you were sitting, dangling your feet in.

“oh definitely not” you laughed

“you should come in the water! it’s really warm”

“but then when i get back out i’ll be cold” the outside air had dropped enough to feel the slightest of chill of fall.

“so? you can borrow my sweater if you want” said matt sweetly, always a gentleman

“come on! have some fun!” he teased splashing only enough to spray a few droplets on your thighs. you could never say no to him. you stood up and pulled your tshirt over your head. matt looked up at you, his mouth slightly ajar, before he quickly glanced away. you figured he’d zoned out. you cannonballed in, intentionally hitting matt with a wave of water.

“asshole” he laughed, splashing you as you came back up for air. you grinned at him and shook the wet hair out of your eyes and paddled to sit on the pools steps. matt joined and sat next to you. he leaned his arms against the the pools edge, the water only coming up to his mid stomach. you stole a glance at his toned torso and arms, tattoos glistening from the water. his eyes darted back to yours and he gave you a half smile.

“hey, you been okay? i didn’t wanna pry, but i head about the breakup” he said with concern

“oh…yeah. i’m okay i guess” you sighed

“he’s a real dick, y/n. i mean really. such an asshole. i wanted to kill him” you snorted

“you and me both” matt was on a roll in his rant and barely seemed to notice your comment

“i mean he has some fucking nerve treating you like that. you deserve like the best of the best and the fact that he didn’t didn’t see that—“

“aww matt” a warm fuzzy feeling spread over your skin at his words. he snapped back into remembering your presence and gave you a bashful look.

“i just think you deserve someone who treats you right. so good riddance to him” he said, splashing at an invisible presence off in the distance, trying to play cool. it was an adorably dorky move.

“thank you, matty” you said softly. he paused, and looked you intensely in the eyes.

“yeah always” he breathed out. the tension hung thickly in the night air. you turned your face away from his, hoping it would dissipate.

“and not that it matters, but i remember back in middle school when everyone was playing truth or dare, all the girls made fun of him for being a bad kisser” matt said, attempting to lighten the mood. it worked and you let out a laugh.

“yeah trust me, kissing wasn’t the only thing he was bad at”

“oooooo really” matt said grimacing. you nodded and dramatically shivered at the thought.

“yeah, honestly, don’t think there was a single time i wasn’t on top doing all the work. he’d sorta just lie there…like a corpse. and y’know…second he was done that was that. maybe 2 minutes each time.” matt’s jaw dropped

“whaaaat” you laughed as you glanced at your hands under the water, feeling nervous about talking about this with matt.

“that’s crazy. half the fun of sex watching the other person enjoy it” you felt your face flush as you raised your eyebrows at him

“what?” he chuckled back at your surprise

“nothing, i’ve just never heard you talk like that before” matt rolled his eyes playfully

“yeah well much to your surprise i have had sex before, y/n”

“well i know that…”

“just didn’t think i’d be good at it” he cut you off, teasingly. your face turned from flush to beat red, making you thankful for the dim lighting.

“hey, i wouldn’t be one to judge” you shrugged out, suddenly feeling painfully aware of your lack in experience.

“what do you mean?” matt questioned

“just…he was the only person i ever…y’know” you sheepishly avoided the words.

“had sex with?” matt filled in for you. you nodded and scrunched your face. he studied you for a minute.

“so you’ve never had good sex?” he asked, quietly. you felt so exposed you might as well have been naked.

“‘guess not” you mumbled avoiding is unwavering gaze.

“have to wait around for the next boy” you snickered to yourself

“isn’t that a bit of a gamble?”

“well what are my other options i mean youre the only guy i know who probably any good at sex—“ matt’s eyes widened. you slapped your hand over your mouth, panic beginning to settle in.

“oh my god—sorry—i—that came out wrong—i didn’t mean like you and me—like you need to show me—shit” matt just continued to look at you, his eyes burning holes into your skull. you buried your face in your pruning hands.

“well, why not” matt rasped out. you peaked through your fingers at him, his expression looked blank, but his chest rose rapidly, nervously. you dropped you hands.

“what” you almost whispered. he took a steadying breath.

“i said why not.” you tried to breath, but no air seemed to be available.

“what do you mean” matt gnawed at his lip before speaking again.

“i mean that you deserve to only feel amazing and i don’t want you to go around experimenting with more assholes and—“

“matt, i’m not gonna let you have pity sex with me” you scoffed out, embarrassment itching your whole body.

“that’s not what i meant y/n” he said in a hushed voice. you continued to babble over him.

“i mean i know you’re the nicest guy ever, but come on even you have to know you don’t have to fuck me to protect me from other bad guys—“

“i dont want you to fuck other guys at all” he sounded exasperated. you gave him a lost look. he exhaled, looking up at the sky for invisible answers.

“you don’t?” he looked back into your eyes, you felt like your heart could melt.

“of course not, y/n” your heart raced.

“okay” he furrowed his brow

“okay what?”

“okay yeah— i mean let’s—“ you inhaled, pulling yourself together and met his gazed

“i want you to show me” his chest rattled again.

“yeah?” he breathed out. you nodded, rapidly. he moved closer to you, your faces now inches apart. his eyes darted down to your lips. he smiled, and looked back up into yours, as one hand gently wrapped around your waist.

“okay” he rasped out as he brushed his nose against yours. he seemed to revel in the tension between you, before bringing his soft warm lips against yours. the kiss was passionate, but still delicate. it sent electricity through your chest and down to your fingertips. he brought his other hand up to your check and jaw, molding your faces together even more. matt pulledl his lips away from yours momentarily to whisper out

“you can touch me, y/n” you only then realized your arms had been cluelessly frozen by your sides. you eagerly brought them up around matt’s neck, immediately changing the tone of the kissing to something much more heated. he let out a sharp breath into your mouth before moving to come between your legs, both hands now grasping your waist. he pulled you closer and you wrapped your legs around his body, gripping into his hair. he let out a small groan against your lips and squeezed at your flesh in his hands. you sighed out at the feeling, opening your mouth against his which he took as an opportunity to slip his tongue against yours. your mouths locked together perfectly, as your hands begin to move from his hair to explore his chest, your fingertips roaming the skin of his body you’d only ever dreamed of getting to touch. you lowered your nails to just beneath his bellybutton, which elicited a genuine moan from him. you smiled against his mouth

“where did you learn that” he grumbled

“i have have a couple tricks” you said coly

“oh yeah?” he said between soft quick kisses

“so do i” he bit down lightly on your bottom lip, pulling with his teeth as he brought your hips up against his. you whined feeling him press against your bikini bottoms. he chuckled at your pathetic reaction and pushed your hair back from your neck. he lowered his lips down to the sensitive newly exposed skin and began to sloppily kiss a trail from your jaw to your collarbone, then began sucking and biting at your flesh.

“fuck” you moaned out, your eyes rolling back. you grasped at his taught upper arms.

“you like that?” he groaned against your skin, setting it ablaze with vibrations.

“yes” you sighed out, bucking your hips slightly against his, desperate for more than just the grazing pressure of him standing against you. he seemed to understand your every need and hooked his fingers through the flimsy ties of your bikini and pulled you harshly against him. you felt a hardness in his shorts pressing against your core and your mouth practically watered. his hands trailed back up your body and to your back where your top tied together.

“this okay” you nodded and pulled him back in against your mouth, not wanting to waste a moment for words away from his lips. he expertly untied the knots and slipped the clinging wet fabric of your chest, leaving your boobs exposed to the outside air. he tossed the fabric on the ground behind you as he looked down at your heaving chest.

“god” he groaned out, his eyes widening as he brought his hands to your boobs and pawed at the the soft flesh. he ran his thumbs delicately across your nipples watching you, as you tossed your head back in a moan. he slipped his hands behind your back again, bringing your bare skin flush against his

“you’re so beautiful” he huffed against your lips. you began to rock yourself back and forth against his blatantly obvious hard on, desperate to build some friction. he wrapped one arm around your thigh and lifted you up to the top dry step of the pool, completely taking you out of the water except for your calves. matt lowered himself down to his knees a few steps bellow you, and began to kiss your knees and inner thighs. your legs quivered, as your core ached for attention. his wide blue eyes looked up at you, his mouth only inches away from where you needed him most, as his fingers hooked to the sides of your swimsuit.

“can i?” he mumbled against your skin.

“please” you whined out. he pulled at the loose bows, undoing the flimsy cover easily. you lifted your hips for him to slide the fabric from between your legs. he parted your legs with his hands, his pupils dilating to blackness as he took in the sight of you entirely exposed.

“so perfect” he sighed almost in a trance

“matt—“ you whined desperate and impatient. he looked back up at you with a half smile

“don’t worry baby, i’m gonna make you feel so good” his words alone could’ve made you come undone. he wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he brought his warm wet mouth against your aching clit. he gently kissed at the bundle of nerves, making you thrust your hips up against his face hungry for more. he responded by beginning to drag his tongue in painfully slow circles around your clit.

“oh god—matt-“ you cried out, your fingers latching into his hair for support. he groaned against your sensitive bud.

“y’taste so good” your thighs squeezed his face as he began to move his tongue faster, flicking it it circles around your clit.

“oh fuck— that feels so good—“ you exhaled. one of his arms loosed it’s grip

as he brought his fingertips down to meet your folds. he broke his tongue away from your clit and rested his scruffy cheek against your inner thigh as his watched his own fingers drag up and down your dripping folds. you whined in torture and he brought his pointer and middle finger to your entrance pressing small torturous pulses against it, but not entering or giving you the fullness you needed. you were a mess at his touch, whining, moaning, and thrashing around, but he seemed to savor every minute of watching you. finally, he slipped his finger into your core and you cried out at the feeling.

“so pretty” he whispered again before starting to pump his digits in and out of you over and over, his fingers curving up expertly. the tension in your stomach began to form almost immediately. matt needed no clues in knowing what you needed and lowered his tongue back to your clit. your walls began to pulse around his fingers. you knew you were close.

“oh god—matt-i—“ you began to stutter out

“good girl. cum for me” he cooed. you fell apart with his permission and came undone. your legs stuttered as your high began to end and matt slipped his fingers out of you. he lifted himself back up to your level, leaning against the ledge behind you and kissing you again.

“see how good you taste” he said against your lips

“matt” you giggled slightly shocked against him, starting to close your legs. his grip latched back down on your thighs, stopping you.

“oh i’m not done with you yet” he growled through a slight smile, as he hoisted you up into the air. your wrapped your legs around him, as he carried you away from the pool to a nearby lounge chair. he laid you down on your back and climbed on top of you, between your legs. he pressed his still covered crotch against your exposed vulnerable entrance. you hissed, still sensitive from your recent orgasm. he stopped and pulled back from you

“you okay?”

“yes just sensitive” you let out a breathy laugh

“do you want to stop” the overwhelming look of concern in his eyes was adorable

“are you kidding me?” you said, wrapping your legs around him tightly, bringing him back down on top of you.

“thank god” he exhaled. you laughed as you began to kiss him again, rolling your hips up against him. he whimpered. you dragged your fingernails up his back and dug in slightly at his shoulders. he groaned again. the sound of him wanting you was enough to make you desperate all over. you continued to run your fingernails down his chest and to his waistband, snapping the elastic against his skin slightly. his stomach tensing at the feeling.

“take these off, matty” you whined.

“whatever you want” he pulled off from you and stood to the side, sliding off the shorts.

his rock hard dick sprung out free from the fabric and slapped against his stomach. your jaw opened slightly as your eyes took in the impressive size of him in front of you.

“what?” he chuckled

“youre so big” you said in genuine awe

“fuck you don’t know what you’re doing to me” he said, climbing back on top of you and needily yanking your legs up around him. the tip of his hard member rubbed against your clit as he continued to grind his hips against yours through your makeout.

“matt—“ you whined again, needing more.

“you sure you want to do this?” he asked looking into your eyes.

“yes matt—i want you so bad” you moaned to him

“fuck i’m all yours, baby” he said kissing you again, as he began to align himself with your entrance. he pushed himself inside you slowly and shuddered against you once he was all the way deep into your core. he paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the extreme stretch before beginning to slowly thrust in and out and in and out of your pussy. the stretch and fullness of him made you cry out sounds like you’d never made before.

“fuck you feel so good. such a perfect tight little pussy” he huffed out between his calculated thrusts.

“oh god matt”

“taking me so well baby” he cooed

“shitt-feel so good inside me, matty”

“yeah? you like when i fuck you like this, huh baby?” he breathed against your ear, burying his head into your neck.

“so fucking much—oh god yes—faster”

“okay beautiful” he began to pick up the pace of his steady thrusts and you thought you’d see stars. each thrust of his dick equally hard and timed out as he slammed against your g spot. you clawed at his back desperately, which only seemed to encourage him to pick up his pace to an impossibly faster speed. you slurred out curses in between pornographic moans as your mind became a total blur. you could feel your second orgasm approaching.

“OHHH FUCK MATT YES”

“fuck you sound so good moaning my name like that y/n”

“MATT OH GOD IM GONNA”

“you gonna cum for me again, baby?”

“YES OH MY FUCK”

“be a good girl and cum all over my dick” your eyes blurred with tears of pleasure as your ears buzzed and your second orgasm took control of your body. matt let out an uneven moan as your walls rapidly pulsed around his cock.

“fuck—squeezing me so good—shit—i’m close—“

“mmmm” was all you managed to moan in response as he began to trust into you wildly and unsteadyily

“oh my fuck baby i’m gonna cum”

“cum matt—i wanna feel you cum” you panted

“OHH MY OH FUCK FUCK IM GONNA CUM NGHH IM CUMMING” the groaned out as he halted his thrusts deep inside you, shooting hot white ropes of his release into your throbbing core. he collapsed breathless on top of you. after a moment matt pulled himself off your chest and propped himself up by his forearms.

“have any fun?” he asked sheepishly

“are you KIDDING ME? holy SHIT” you said in total honestly

“not half bad right?” he laughed, reaching for his shorts.

“unreal” he handed you his sweater and leaned back down to kiss you again, but pulled away abruptly

“sorry—was that weird? i don’t wanna make you feel pressured—“ you wrapped your arms around his neck shutting him up with another kiss

“good luck if you think your getting away from me now”

“i wouldn’t dream of it”

—————————————————————————live for sweet matt smut always 🫶

[frnkiebby]

god-🎃

[chaptersleftunwritten]

Scared?

Blurb: Eddie is the bane of all your desires but he is also your brother’s best friend… which makes him off-limits. During a visit to your family home Eddie gets a little fed up with you prancing around almost naked and decides that- Enough. Is. Enough.

Pairing: Older brothers best friend!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader.

Warnings: slight angst, 18+, Mean!Eddie, dubcon/noncon, oral (f receiving), choking, unprotected sex (p in v) swearing, rough sex, slight Bully!Eddie, Dom!Eddie.

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divider by @cafekitsune

It really wasn’t Eddie’s fault, what was he to do? Sit back and watch you act like a little slut? To be quite frank, he was sick of it. He was fed up with you pining for his attention constantly-

He had known for sometime how you felt about him. The way your skirt got hiked up a few inches as soon as he entered through the door, or how you would ‘accidentally’ drop things right in front of him, flashing your ass as you bent down to retrieve them. Your brother, Sam, was oblivious to it all. You were his innocent little sister and nothing could change his perception of you. But Eddie knew… he knew how much you wanted him.

It was Halloween night and Sam and Eddie had planned to go TP a few houses, maybe launch a few eggs as well whilst they were at it and like always Eddie was the designated driver. Not because Sam was drinking alcohol but because he still hadn’t got his license. The lazy piece of shit, Eddie thought to himself as he rapped a few hard knocks on your family home’s front door, not expecting to see you answer it.

You roll your eyes at the sight of Eddie, full of a stinking attitude, “Sam isn’t here.” Your hip has popped to one side and Eddie’s jaw clenches with withered patience.

“Where is he?” His voice is clipped, like he doesn’t even want to talk to you.

“Dunno.” You shrug, blowing a small bubble with the bubblegum you’re chewing in your mouth.

“When will he be back?” Eddie shoves his hands into his jean pockets, rocking back and forward on his heels slightly.

“Like I said- I. don’t. Know.” A tight lipped smile stretches Eddie’s face in an almost sinister way.

“Can I at least come in and wait? Surely you don’t hate me that much?” He was toying with you, knowing fine well how much you lusted for him. He had read your cute little diary a few weeks back, the one decorated with rhinestones and feathers… although, its appearance on the outside paled in comparison to the fucking filth written on the inside. The pages were filled with your dirty fantasies and the common denominator between them all?

They were all about Eddie.

It was always him lapping between your legs with his soaking wet tongue, stroking your pussy and making you scream. It was his lips pinching the skin of your neck, leaving marks all over your soft flesh. It was Eddie’s fingers that would bruise your ass with his hard spankings…

And as much as he hated to admit it, the thought of it all turned him on. His cock rock hard in his jeans as he flicked through the pages, only to have to shove it back beneath your bed seconds later.

“Ugh, fine.” You step to the side, allowing the long haired man to slither inside. Eddie had a plastic bag with him, filled with the supplies for the night ahead and you snatch it from him to look inside.

“Hey!” His voice is a rough bark as it leaves his lips, “Give it back!” You only manage to steal a glimpse inside before he is tearing it from your hands, ripping the bag in the process. Eddie lets out an agitated groan, “Fucking great, look what you did!” He waves the bag in front of your face, “Do you seriously have to be such a fucking brat all the time? Pathetic!” His words are laced with venom as he spits them at you- and you should be upset by his words and the way he is reacting but really… it turns you on.

“Why do you have a ‘Scream’ mask?” You bat your eyelashes at him, chewing on your bottom lip as you try to rile him up a bit more, “If anything is pathetic, it’s that. You call that a costume?” You spin on your heels, giggling as you do and you head to the living room to grab some things that you were about to take upstairs before he interrupted you.

“It’s a ghostface mask, the movie is called Scream..” he follows flush behind you, “And it’s not pathetic.” He rakes his ring clad fingers through his hair, clearly you have already managed to stress him out and he has only been here five minutes.

“What are you dressing up as?” He collapses down onto the sofa, “Let me guess-“ he taps his finger on his lips pensively, his eyes drinking in your figure, “You’re gonna be a slutty… something. Am I right?” He grins and you frown over at him.

“I’m not dressing up, you asshole.” Your fingers hook around the handles of your laundry basket, ready to lift it up to your bedroom, “Maybe you should go as a massive dick- because that’s what you are, Munson. A big fat fucking dick!” As soon as the words leave your mouth your chest clenches with heavy regret. You weren’t scared before, but with the look on Eddie’s face, you’re terrified now.

Eddie’s usually puppy soft brown eyes cloud with what you can only assume is rage. You have pushed him to the edge- no, you have pushed him right fucking off of it. He’s done playing these games with you. He’ll make you regret ever wanting him in the first place.

“Don’t look so afraid now, Dollface.” His steps toward you are calculated and his heavy boots pound on the carpeted floor with intention, “You want some help with that?” He nods toward the basket in your arms and you shake your head silently. This basket is the only thing separating you from him and you’ll grip onto it for the rest of your life if it meant Eddie couldn’t get any closer to you.

“Give me it.” He demands, his voice is grumbly as he pries the laundry from your shaking fingers, “Your bedroom, right? That’s where you were taking these?” You nod, not saying another word. Eddie’s demeanour seems as cool as ice but you can see the war waging behind his eyes. He is fucking pissed-

“Words.” He bites, “They exist for a reason y’know.”

“Yes. My room.” You hate the way your voice sounds as it leaves your throat. You wish you could take it back, all of it- all of the times you pressed his buttons, teased him, insulted him. But it’s too late now. What’s done is done,

Eddie gestures an arm out toward the staircase, “Ladies first.” He insists with a forced smile and you suddenly feel an urge to apologise to him for the tiny little shorts you are wearing that are barely covering your ass- hell, some people would consider them underwear.

“Eddie-“ you try to reason with him but immediately you swallow the words after seeing his face contort in a way you don’t want to test. So, you take to the stairs. Your steps are slow as you lift one foot after another, not daring to look back at Eddie who is right behind you on the way up.

The top of the staircase approaches like one lead to the noose and you can hear a voice in your head screaming at you to run away, to fight against him, to protest this- but you don’t. You stay quiet, because deep down… you want this. And you have wanted this for years.

Both of you walk through your bedroom door and you stand as far from him as you can as Eddie dumps your laundry basket down onto the floor, leaving it in a far off corner, “Thank you.” You squeak with a sweet smile, but Eddie doesn’t leave. In fact, he closes your bedroom door and clicks the lock shut. Leaving the both of you alone.

“Get on the bed.” His voice is almost unrecognisable and you would have listened to him if you weren’t frozen stiff to the spot where you stood. It’s as if your feet have been bolted to the floor. Your arms that were crossed over your chest come to fall limply at your sides with shock, “What, do you need help with that too?” Eddie clicks his tongue in distaste, marching over to you he grabs your arms so tightly that you know there will be bruises there tomorrow and he throws you onto the bed so hard that you nearly go flying over it.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You scream, repositioning yourself on the bed to glare at him, but instead of glaring back, he smiles.

“There she is- I wondered where that little smart mouth of yours went.” His large hands find his hair and he pulls it from his shoulders and up into a messy bun, “I was almost starting to feel bad for you- you were so close to avoiding all of this.” You were confused for the most part- what was he going to do to you? Beat you? Eddie would never hurt you, you know that. But why would he lock you away?

“Avoid what? Eddie, I’m sorry-“ Your pleas are cut short by a yelp as Eddie grabs your bare ankles, pulling you savagely to the edge of the bed and restraining your legs in the air.

“No you’re not. You never are.” You had dreamed of this so many times, Eddie Munson in your bedroom, his hands all over your skin… but this seemed to be going in a different direction. One you weren’t sure of.

“Please,” You can feel your eyes becoming a bit teary and Eddie laughs at you manically. Of course you want nothing more than for him to fuck you, but the way he is acting is so out of character… it’s frightening.

“Scared?” He pouts out his bottom lip mockingly, “Aww, the baby is gonna cry- are you crying?” He laughs harder and you decide enough is enough. You attempt to swing your legs off of the bed to stand up but Eddie has other plans. He grabs your frame, taking your wrists into his hands he pins you to the mattress. His waist is slotted between your thighs and the blush that grows on your cheeks is feverish.

“I thought you wanted this…” His appearance softens as his lips come to the shell of your ear, nibbling on the soft flesh, “You’re gonna take my cock and you’re gonna fucking like it.” You can feel him grinning against the nape of your neck before he sucks on the skin, his tongue flicking and soothing the bruises that he’s making. It’s almost like he had read your diary…

Despite the ache pulsing beneath your panties you can’t allow this to happen, Sam would be distraught. It would ruin your siblinghood and Eddie and his friendship. It’ll be a shit show!

“No,” You whisper, fighting the urge to moan as Eddie sucks on a sweet spot you didn’t even know existed.. but he doesn’t stop and you head is becoming hazy with lust, “Eddie, no…” you buck your hips up against his in protest, trying to free yourself from beneath him but he presses his hardened bulge against you tighter, his weight dominating you. You’re trapped.

He grinds his hips into you and you accidentally allow a moan to slip through, it’s faint and dripping with sugar and it sends Eddie’s primal instincts fucking wild. He wants to hear it again but he also needs to find a way to take total control of you.

Eddie starts at your neck, kissing down between the valley of your breasts to your torso he lands at your hips. He momentarily lets go of your wrists so his large thumbs can massage your hip bones and he expects you to try to flee from the bed but you don’t. Or so he thought. You lunge up from the bed and scamper for the door, but unfortunately for you Eddie is fast and before you are able to reach the door his arms are hooked around your waist, carrying you back to the bed. You try screaming, but you know that no one is home… no one’s going to hear you and no one is coming to save you.

This time, Eddie’s impatience is at its peak. He pushes you onto your knees, the bones crashing onto the floor and he forces you face down onto the mattress. Grabbing your arms he secures both of your hands behind your back with a pair of pantyhose from your laundry pile, knotting them tight around your wrists and ignoring your sobs of complaint.

“Stop it!!” You try to stand up but Eddie helps you, only to then shove you back onto your bed. Your sheets were perfectly crease-free this morning when you left your room, now your duvet is a total mess and some of your pillows are on the floor.

“Shut the fuck up!!” Eddie grabs your cheeks, his voice is an animalistic growl as he slams your head back into a pile of pillows. Your bottom lip quiver but your body is betraying your mind- your panties are soaked. Drenched in slick from your core, “I won’t hesitate to gag you, do you understand?” He is between your thighs again and all you can muster is a weak nod, tears still streaking down your face.

“See? You can be a good girl.” A smugness pulls his lips up into a smirk and you readjust yourself to get comfortable, trying to not allow your arms to go to sleep.

It doesn’t take long for Eddie to undress himself and his mind is reeling at the sight of you quivering and crying on your bed. He has wanted nothing more than to punish you for your behaviour for months- and now he is… and you can’t stop him. He rips your shorts down your legs and to he is pleasantly surprised to see that he accidentally pulled your panties off with them, “Whoops.” He tosses them behind him and they land somewhere in the room, “I’ll save those for later…”

You feel overly exposed to him and you try to clamp your thighs together to shield yourself but Eddie isn’t having any of it, “Fucking behave!” He warns, his hand finding your throat as he squeezes it at each side- your mind becomes hazy and your vision nearly totally blacks out.

When he lets go you are fighting for a breath, but no I’m a bad way. You’re more panting than gasping and soon those pants are replaced by moans as you suddenly feel Eddie’s face between your legs. His tongue is licking slow tedious strips up your dripping wet slit and his lips latch onto your swollen clit, sucking it relentlessly, “Taste so good,” He groans, his eyes hooded with hunger and desire, “Pussy is mine. Only fucking mine” His voice vibrates against your folds and your head tilts back against the pillows, your back arching off of the mattress as you resist the urge to grind your pussy on his tongue. You’re not meant to be enjoying this, but your tears have stopped and your moans are getting louder and louder...

“All those tears and for what?” Eddie laughs, blowing some cool air onto your flooded core, sending tingles racing up your spine, “I knew you wanted this, you little fucking slut. Maybe you’ll think twice before wearing skimpy clothes around me, eh?” His eyes meet yours and you nearly cum at the sight. His mouth is glistening with your arousal and his eyes are swirling with hunger.

He latches himself back onto you, his tongue flicking furiously at your sensitive bundle of nerves and just as you are about to feel your release he pulls his, causing a penetrative whine to fill the air.

“You’re gonna cum on my cock- and I’m gonna fill your cute little pussy with my cum.” He digs his fingertips into the flesh of your thighs and you wince at the pain before nodding obediently.

“Words!” He slaps your inner thigh and you yelp.

“Y.. yes! Yes, Eddie!” You’re breathless, swollen, red and craving release and Eddie is drunk on it all. He has total control over you.. he can do as he fucking pleases with you and you can’t do a single thing about it.

His jeans are on the floor in seconds and his hard cock springs from his underwear, causing your eyes to widen. You called him a massive dick early- you just didn’t know that he had one. You couldn’t help the fear that filled your chest at the thought that this actually might hurt.

Jumping from the bed you watch as he walks over to where your laundry basket is, his fist pumping at his shaft as he does. He reached behind the basket, pulling out the Halloween mask from earlier and he slips it on.

“What is it you said about this earlier?” He taps the white plastic of the mask, his deep voice now muffled by the material, “That it was pathetic?” He hums in disappointment and you can tell that beneath that mask he is grinning like a mad man.

He slaps his cock against your core, laughing as you gasp at the sensitivity of it. Using your knees as leverage he holds your thighs wide open, teasing your entrance with the swollen tip of his shaft and when you hear him moan it sends your mind fleeting into the clouds. You must have died and went to heaven because this is what this felt like.

He sinks down, fully submerging every inch of himself deep inside of you and you whimper at the stretch. You fucking whimper and Eddie’s eyes roll to the back of his head, “Fuck,” he seethes, “You’re so wet, Doll. So wet and tight and warm for me.” He groans and your bottom lip feels like it could be bleeding from how hard you are biting on it. You never thought you would see the day when Eddie Munson fucks you in a horror mask- but anything is possible if you’re bratty enough.

He bottoms out, watching through the dark eyeholes of the mask as he sinks back inside of you. He slow at first, making sure to drink in every pulse, every filthy wet noise- but then he’s speeding up. He doesn’t care that you’re screaming out from the change in rhythm he is starving- he wants to use you like you’re a doll and whatever Eddie wants, Eddie gets.

“Ahh!!” You cry out, your eyes pinching shut as Eddie’s shaft hits your special spot ,”Shit!” Your breathing hitches in your throat and your nails claw at the pantyhose around your wrists, desperate to grip onto something to steady yourself.

Eddie’s moans intensify, the sound of wet skin slapping against one another fills the air as Eddie grabs your throat again, desperately chasing his own release ,”Look at me!” He urges with haste and you do, your eyes reopening to settle on the ghostface cladding his features. You try your best, you really do and Eddie appreciates the way you fight to keep your pretty eyes open and on him as the oxygen is deprived to your brain but as you reach your high and Eddie spills inside of you.. you black out.

Completely unconscious and the only image you remember when you reawaken is that of the ghostface mask from Scream…

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taglist: @colorful-white-ideas

[zombvic]

SUPER RICH KIDS (marc guiu x reader) pt.2 here

summary : in which fans notice a familiar footballer in the likes of their favorite "super (humble) rich kid"

face claim : wolfiecindy (+ lissie mackintosh)

notes : frank ocean come back !!!!!!!!! might make this a series... this idea came to me in a dream so it might be a lil dumb. gave them a family name and made the dads face claim toto wolff (lmfao) bcs its easier so js ignore that !!! translated spanish is questionable..

pairings : marc guiu x fem!famous!reader

y/n ramsay, the only daughter of peter ramsay, a man considered to be one of the most influential men in the world, the owner of mercedes. not just the formula one team, the whole ass car brand. he is considered a self-made multi billionaire and single dad of two. as a daughter of a man with such high status, it came with exposure. y/n had her own little fandom, girls and boys who admired her beauty, lifestyle and enjoyed her personality. the girl was beloved by many, even celebrities found her videos and instagram posts entertaining. she had a natural charm that drew people in, and amongst those people there was a certain footballer, a certain teammate of her brother known as the one and only, marc guiu.

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ynramsay monaco nights

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user rawrwrrwrwrwrrr

user HERMOSA

nateramsay wtf without me ?

- ynramsay yeah!!! loser..

user marc and jude in the likes lmao

- user i need to see nates reaction

user + 1000000 aura for her beauty

user idk whats prettier, the view or you

user felt the aura way back in december

judebellingham what a view 😍😍

- user shes not picking u jude (visca el barca!!)

- user marc fight back ???

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ynramsay read the spanish love deception and now im here

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judebellingham madrid is better smh..

- ynramsay visca el barca bitch

peteramsay wow i look good

nateramsay where am i ???

- ynramsay dw youll get a personal post ig

marcguiu9 linda 😻 (pretty)

- nateramsay yo marc.. ¿qué carajo? 😁 (what the fuck)

- hctorforrt_ eres marc bastante idiota (you're pretty stupid marc)

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ynramsay @nateramsay am i doing this right ???

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nateramsay eh.. could be worse

user okay guys.. y/n & hector OR y/n & marc..

- user marc & y/n definetly

- user nuh uh hector and y/n would make a cute couple

- user neither???? guys omg leave them alone

user barca girls stay on top

marcguiu9 the team's lucky charm !!

- user bros down BAD

- user - 10,000 aura for simping

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marcguiu9 VAMOS !!! tres puntos están en casa !!

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user bro has the inlaws in his likes

- user and they claim theyre "friends" ... if my "friends" dad was liking my posts id assume were married with seven kids and a dog

ynramsay marcaría un hattrick 🤓☝🏼

- marcguiu9 me gustaría verte intentarlo

user were winning the ucl !! (im going insane)

- user were so back !! (we are not making it past the group stage)

user la masia boys have some kind of fine gene in them its crazy

ynramsay formula is still better sorry bro

- marcguiu9 you trippin dawg 😹😹😹

- user just get married lord...

- user theyre literally built for eachother i swear

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ynramsay meanwhile in my head

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user mother is mothering

user the prettiest

user an angel sent from heaven, deadass.

marcguiu9 ¿eres un rayo? proque eres mcqueen. (are you lighnting? because you're mcqueen)

- nateramsay WEAAAAAK. next

- marcguiu9 can you be the sally to my mcqueen??

- nateramsay better.. u got my approval

- peteramsay not mine !!!

user 11 million likes on ts post jesus marc u got some competition

user the finest girl in the world

user girlie got the whole barca roster in her likes

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ynramsay barca weekend things !!

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user mother is mothering

user wifey, are you cheating on me?

user IS THAT MARCS HAND ???????

user guys that's me please respect our privacy!!

user i think it's hector tbh..

- user nah thats so randon

- user they're clearly just friends

user wasnt expecting a heartbreak today

user im sorry but it looks like marc

- user a HAND looks like marc ???????

marcguiu9 vroom

- ynramsay vroom indeed

- user yall...

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- marcguiu9 VAMOOOOOOOS

might be a series or whatever :3 just pls request something

[bleedingoptimism]

You Are Mine part 1

When Eddie decided to come out he thought it’d be funny to do so with a music video, so he wrote a song and presented it to the band. The boys loved it and the song was declared the first one of their next album, the third one.

And then it was time to shoot the video.

They hire their personal friend and favorite director, Argyle. Just Argyle, like Cher.

Between him and Argyle they come up with a cool script. The band is going to act in it, they just need two extras, so they hold auditions for a couple in their twenties.

On the day of the auditions, Argyle tells them the interviews are mostly for show, the band can pick whoever they feel the most comfortable with, and the boys tell Eddie he should pick since it’s his song.

The five of them sit at a long table like it’s fucking American Idol or something and just stare at the couples waiting in line through a one-side glass mirror whispering among themselves and watching amused as the couples start getting progressively nervous.

There’s a couple that immediately grabs Eddie's attention when he does a pass-over, a pretty tall dirty blonde and a brunette with big soft-looking hair. 

The guy is absolutely gorgeous, with big kind eyes, a straight cute nose, a square jaw, big shoulders, a small waist, and tan skin that seems to be covered in beauty marks.

He just strikes Eddie as someone that would make Michelangelo cry with his inability to capture his perfection.

‘Oh, that’s good. I should write that.’ He thinks.

He and the girl are talking in hush tones and Eddie watches as she fixes his hair while he jabbers nervously and then, evidently says something that makes her angry because she pokes him in the ribs. The guy giggles cutely and loudly enough to carry over to their room and then blushes furiously when heads turn toward them, hiding behind his friend. The woman in question snorts and chuckles as he chastises her.

Eddie stands up, crouches behind Argyle’s chair, and tells him, “I want that one.”

“What?” he answers, so Eddie points at the couple, “I want him.”

Argyle looks at them considering and clicks his tongue and Eddie insists, “Please Argy, please, I love him, I want him, I want that one, pleaseee”

“Eddie, we need to at least consider the rest of them. This is my job we are talking about here. Please, take it seriously” Argyle says in a calm voice and Eddie deflates,

“Dude...I’m sorry I-”

“Nah man, I’m kidding!” Argyle cuts him off, “Couple number four! Please step forward!” he yells into a mike.

The blonde and the brunette look at each other and walk in nervously as Eddie goes back to his seat at the end of the table and Argyle does a small flourishing move with his hand inviting them to introduce themselves.

“Hi! My name is Robin, and this is Steve, pleased to meet you!” The girl says smiling kindly at them. She nudges Steve on the side and he does a little finger wave at them.

Eddie has to bite his lip not to smile too much because they are really fucking cute. 

Argyle returns the wave enthusiastically, because nothing ever faces him, and looks at the list he has in his hands, “Any experience acting Robin and Steve?”

Robin says yes, something about drama club in high school and Steve just shrugs which amused Eddie to no end, and frankly makes him really curious, for all intent and purposes, Steve doesn’t seem to be interested in the job.

“How did you find out about this job?” Jeff asks them, and Gareth nods like he was just about to ask the same thing.

“A friend of ours told us about it?” Robin answers “He’s a photographer but I don't want to drop names, especially in case we embarrass ourselves,” she says jokingly and looks relieved when she gets a couple of chuckles from Argyle and the band.

“And you were interested because…?” Frank inquires.

Robin starts saying some carefully prepared speech about learning experiences but is interrupted by Steve saying, “We needed the money”

“Oh my god! Shut up!” Robin suddenly turns to him completely red in the face.

“What? You told me to be myself!” Steve tells her frowning. 

“This is exactly why I always talk in interviews”

“What does that mean?” 

“You suck at this Steve! Just as much as you suck at-”

Gareth clears his throat loudly making them stop and look at him sheepishly, “So tell us, do you know the band? Are you fans?”

Eddie takes a moment to look at his bandmates and to his relief they all look as amused as he feels, especially Argyle. The couple of newbies is clearly a mess but in an endearing kind of way.

“Well…” Robin starts but doesn’t seem to know what to say.

“Never heard of it,” Steve says looking apologetic. 

“Wait, Really?” Robin asks him, once more ignoring the director and the band, “They are like, Mike’s favorite band, man! You never heard of Corroded Coffin?”

“Oh well,” Steve shrugs, “I mostly tune out when Mike is talking so…”

Robin snorts and is about to reply but Argyle raises his hand and they both look at him, flinching a little when they realize they had started talking among themselves again.

“Ok.” Argyle tells them clapping once, “Unfortunately for me, I love your energy my dudes, but I’m going to get serious for a second here: I need you two to be professional ok? We have a budget and a schedule and only three days to shoot and I can’t hire you and find out in the middle of the shoot that you are not okay with making out with someone-”

Robin visibly takes a step back and Steve snorts, “Yeah no, I’m not making out with my sister.”

Eddie, who was wondering what kind of relationship they had, does a little happy dance in his head at that.

“No, I meant one of the members of the band” Argyle answers amused.

Robin takes another step back and actually looks a little disgusted and Eddie tries not to find it offensive, “Me?” she asks unsure.

“No,” Frank answers and points at Steve, “Him.”

Surprisingly, they both relax at that, “Oh!” They exclaim in unison and it’s kind of creepy but again, in an endearing kind of way.

And then Steve looks at them one by one, he’s unmistakably and unashamedly checking them all out and Eddie swears his eyes linger on him the most before he smirks and says, “I’m okay with that”

Eddie immediately pushes the contract laying on the table toward Frank, who pushes it to Gareth, who pushes it to Jeff, who pushes it to Argyle and gives him a pen.

Argyle laughs loudly and shakes the sheet of paper, “Well shit, I guess you are hired.”

“We are?!”

He stands up and shakes their hands, hands them the contract and another paper, “This is the script, not that it has any dialogue but just in case you have any questions.” 

They push their heads together and read the script at the same time.

The story is about the band being on tour. Robin and Steve would play as their roadies and the video is supposed to show them in concert, traveling, working, and hanging out. The whole video hints that Eddie is sneaking out with one of them and it ends with the band plus Robin opening a curtain on the tour bus to find Eddie and Steve making out.

The song is called You Are Mine.

When they are done reading, Steve smiles and says “Cute”

And Robin asks, “So which one of you is Eddie?”

Eddie lifts his hand lazily and winks at them.

And Steve, still holding the script, lifts it enough to cover his face but Eddie can still see the tip of his ears as they turn bright red.

‘Oh, he’s gonna eat him alive.’

to be continued

part 1: is this

part 2: ♫ 

part 3: ♫

part 4: ♫

☕ cafecito?

[blondwhxrewrites]

Okay, so maybe he is in love.

It's not his fault, because he tried to desperately avoid his feelings for you. He just can't get you out of his head, your laugh, your face, the cute way your nose scrunches up whenever you smile at your friends. It all haunts his mind twenty-four-seven.

He's not good with feelings. He'd rather ignore them, and pretend they don't exist than face them. It's how he works.

He's never felt this way for someone before. To be frank, he has no idea how to be in love. Falling in love has never been in the plan. It's affecting him in ways he does not like at all

Every girl he brings into his bed does nothing to satisfy him. He'd rather wish it was you under him moaning his name, and your cunt that he's lapping at like a man starved. MANWHORE

But it's not. It won't ever be you that he holds, comforts, or kisses.

That's the biggest issue with this whole situation. He's never craved someone's touch so badly before. His past flings were purely transactional—a good fuck and nothing more. They'd leave the moment they were satisfied.

But with you, he wants so much more than sex. He wants to hold you and show you off to his friends. He'd welcome you into his arms with open arms if you'd have him. You could even hold his hand, and call him cute nicknames like all those other sappy couples.

You make him feel something he's never felt before. With you, he forgets all the darkness that surrounds him. He doesn't feel the pressure of being the dark lord's son. You make him feel human, and he likes that.

Oh for Salazar's sake, he's down bad fr 💀

[wintersera]

02 — a cure?

masterlist

— pairing: kim minjeong x scientist!reader

notes: got so invested on the worldbuilding part of the fic, but it all came out good... i hope! but also another note, i fucking copy and pasted the fic twice and i didn’t realise so i had to go downstairs to my pc to make the whole process faster 😭

cw: pwp, smut, noncon, virgin!reader, g!p, gangbang, clones, minjeong has a panic attack, drugging, blood, needles, injections, non consensual experiments, unethical practices, violence, use lf guns, the mutants AGAIN

wc: 12k

the things that you and minjeong had done only a few hours ago endlessly replayed in your mind since the very minute you had woken up. and to be quite frank, you wanted to do it all again. 

her touch lingered on your skin; thighs so soft and delicate that it sent involuntary shivers alongside your back picturing her silky thighs pressed against your head.

but now was not the time to bring it up. with a cough you tossed over your neatly folded lab coat towards minjeong’s direction - which was a surprise to the latter considering your unkempt appearance yesterday. following the lab coat was the fake id you always kept to the side for situations such as these ones. 

it was urgent that you and minjeong had to get out of the facility before anyone senses something strange in the air. your colleagues were quite perceptive after all. somehow they’d notice really minor things such as the pressure in the room changing abruptly.

“about what happened last night…” after catching the smooth plasticky card in her hands, minjeong pushed herself onto her feet with a groan that blended into the creaking of the bed, ruffling her blonde locks as she blatantly avoided your unwavering gaze “was it uncomfortable?”

“no. it was- uh, really good… you tasted good…” inside the room fell a heavy silence. a few shuffles heard from you as your hands needed to fiddle with the fabric on your coat, and as for minjeong, she held tight onto the card, scratching its surface with her short cut nails.

“yeah?” between the two of you was an unbearably wide gap that was itching to be closed. a couple hitched breaths sounded as the two of you stood in an odd silence. that was until minjeong inched closer and closer to your already hot and bothered body “can i maybe return the favour…?”

“i- i don’t know…” your response came out in short breaths, pulse quickening as you caught onto her words “i’d like you to, but what if i react weird”

“who cares. i don’t know if you knew, but you were quite vocal when you were eating me out” she chuckles, once again ruffling her own hair out of her face.

“mmm… okay then” now that it was your turn to be on the receiving end of minjeong’s ministrations, you - like previously, didn’t know what to do with your hands or legs, well your entire body to be fair. so, now you were stood frozen up against the wall, trapped between minjeong’s petite body and her seemingly toned arms that you didn’t notice prior. 

fitting for minjeong’s mischievous personality, she flashes you a quick cheeky grin before leaning into your neck, leaving tingly open mouthed kisses on your skin “you… you were too cute last night… hard for me to resist… especially when you’re so clueless about… these things” as she spoke with each kiss, not only did her silky smooth voice send jolts up your spine, but the way her hands languidly travelled from your waist all the way down to then tenderly caress your thighs had you silently begging for her to do whatever she wished with your body.

hot breath fanning against your lips for the second time since last night, your heart almost leapt out of your chest by how close you were in proximity to her doll-like face. her porcelain like skin glimmered underneath the saturated light on your bedside table, highlighting her features in a way you weren’t able to gaze upon last night. needy hands caressed her cheek, feeling that same smooth skin against the warmth of your palm.

in return to the soothing touch that rested on her cheek, with a smooth motion, minjeong’s knee slid between your thighs, parting them ever so easily. you felt a wave of heat wash over you in that moment, realising just how effortlessly minjeong turned your mind into putty with nothing but a little friction on your clothed pussy “so reactive too…” 

as her hands hastily unbuttoned your fastened pants, her soft lips pressed against yours, catching you in a heated kiss. tongue slipping inside, both hers and your moans muffled together as minjeong’s hand manoeuvred your hips around to grind against her knee, prompting you to throw your arms around her neck to bring her in closer.

“can i?” a few seconds after unbuttoning your pants, her knee moved away from your parted thighs, and instead, her hand cupped over your heat “please?”

you nodded with a gulp. she instantly pulled away the flimsy fabric to reveal your damp pussy, her fingers hovering over your throbbing clit “promise i’ll be gentle. it’s your first time after all” she snickered annoyingly, earning a light punch from you to her shoulder.

“shut up- mngh, your fingers…” minjeong didn’t give you time to respond back. instead, she immediately went to trace soft and gentle circles around your clit; a small huff escaping your lips from the feather-like touch.

“already soaked, huh?” she cooed into the shell of your ear, collecting the slick that dripped from your hole and onto your exposed inner thighs “i haven’t even done that much and your pussy is drooling for my fingers… so naughty, y/n”

those words, the way she uttered your name with such ease, the intensity of her piercing gaze melting into a subtle gentleness once it had landed on your face - god, it was electrifying. it made you weak in the knees, almost stumbling over as her voice delicately caressed each syllable of your name.

“fuck… it feels like- like my body is on fire” your body squirmed around as she continued to gently rub your clit in lazy motions. 

although you didn’t really seem to care too much last night, you were suddenly aware that your walls weren’t as thick as minjeong thought they were. seeing as how she continued her work, not giving a shit whatsoever, your free hand flew to your mouth, covering the obscene moans threatening to escape “aww, no fun doc. move your hand aside” rather than simply swatting away your hand, she held your wrist above your head, pinning you against the wall with her painfully strong grip “let me have the privilege of hearing me take your first”

preparing you with some more extra teasing touches on your now swollen clit, minjeong licks a long stripe down your neck with a devilish grin “min… jeong. that tickles~” you giggle between breathy moans, but it all came to a stop once her fingers began to caress your folds in an overwhelming manner. thighs closing around her hand, minjeong clicks her tongue - not in annoyance, but out of slight frustration. you couldn’t help it though. her slender fingers, and that delicate touch of hers, made your once hushed whimpers turn into a much louder moan “ha… hah~ fingers feel good”

“i can make it feel so much better” slowly, ever so slowly, minjeong pushed one finger inside of your tight pussy, paying close attention to your reactions just in case you showed any signs of discomfort “relax for me y/n… i promise it’ll feel amazing” she moaned out once she felt the warmth envelop around her.

upon the foreign intrusion, your eyebrows furrowed, mouth fell open as you adjusted yourself to the new sensations you were feeling inside “nngh— so long~” you whine aloud as you slightly buck your hips into minjeong’s hand “i-is that… is that all?” tears were somehow already forming in your eyes, creating this sort of puppy like expression minjeong found extremely arousing. eyes glistening in the light, and that small pout on your face as your free hand held tight around minjeong’s wrist, stopping her from making any sudden movements flipped a switch in her head.

“it’s not. i think you should take one more finger for me… think you can do that?” as much as you thought you couldn’t take more than just one finger, you nod, not wanting to disappoint minjeong. 

minjeong watched closely as her ring finger disappeared into your tight hole, the squelching noises of your pussy satisfying her needs. you, however, felt as though it was too much. streams of tears rolled down your cheeks with the addition of another finger added inside “ahhn— you can- haa… you can move, right now… p-please?” words didn’t come out of your mouth the way you wanted them to sound, in which minjeong thought was so amusing since she thought you spoke fairly formal.

so she listened, gliding her two fingers in and out, watching how your face contorted in pleasure once she had hit a spot that made you react more “there… ah- there feels good…”

“oh? that’s where you’re sensitive, huh…?” she cooed in your ear with that honey-dipped tone of hers, causing you to shudder. 

fingers hitting deep inside of you, she curls them, pressing against a spot so sensitive that your words came out with a high pitched whine “can’t… can’t- so good”

minjeong hadn’t even started, and yet here you were, writhing and squirming pathetically trapped between the wall and her “i’m gonna get rougher from here… i can’t help myself. you’re just so reactive and it’s turning me on way too much” her last thread of sanity finally snapped, rhythmically thrusting her fingers in and out of you sopping wet hole with a speed that couldn’t be described even by you.

“fuck… oh, fuck y/n. your pussy is dripping” minjeong could feel her body heating up, getting way more affected by your moans than what she had anticipated. from the way you were clenching around her fingers, the moans that you struggled to contain, how your body reacted to everything she was doing. it was like she was trapped in some sort of daze.

she couldn’t help it, really. she needed to take your first in a way that it would be impossible to ever forget about her. so, with the hand that pinned your wrists above your head, she lowered them down to your heat, her fingertips grazing over your swollen clit, teasing around the sensitive bud. 

she was losing her cool, her composure. but at this point she couldn’t care less if she appeared desperate in your eyes. as she carried on playing with your clit; fingers mercilessly ramming themselves into your tight pussy, your reaction was to bite down onto your fist to stifle any incoming moans that. 

“ngh… min- minjeong… slow down~” your voice came out in a high pitched whine. it was like you weren’t able to control how your words came out. at the end of almost every sentence, you had to end it with that whiny tone.

“sorry. i don’t feel like stopping anytime soon” her two hands focused solely on pleasuring you, bringing you to an array of feelings you had never felt at such intensity before. it was all too overwhelming for your first time, but you guess you wouldn’t have it any other way, especially if it was with minjeong.

“don’t hold back your voice. let me hear more of those noises you make” your moans and cries increased in volume overtime, but now you couldn’t care less. all your thoughts were filled with minjeong, minjeong and more of her as her fingers kept on pumping inside of you; the sounds of your own soaking pussy being fucked rough echoing into your ears “oh fuck… just like that y/n. keep moaning for me like that” 

minjeong was completely lost in the moment- and completely lost in you, not being able to think straight with the way you were giving her the best responses ever. she almost felt dizzy, her mind filled with utter filth that she failed to realise that you were gripping onto the back of her shirt with such an intense amount of force “minjeong, my god… i can’t-“ 

the knot in the pit of your stomach, that had been formed over the course of a few long minutes, was on its last thread “close, i think- i think i’m gonna cum” you rested your head against the cold of the walls, looking up at the ceiling before squeezing your eyes shut with one guttural groan.

your body had tensed up, thighs pressing together trapping minjeong’s wrist between them. for a split second your vision turned white. after a while of basking in your orgasm, you fell limp in her arms, your whole body feeling restless once you had came back into consciousness.

“fu… ck” you heaved, trying to catch your breath as minjeong’s fingers continued to delicately caress your clit, even though you were still overly sensitive “d-did you have fun there?” you chuckle wearily, tugging on her sleeve to get her to stop.

“mmm, you’re just so soaked” collecting your juices on her fingertips, she brings them up to her mouth, tasting your juices and humming “might need to eat you out next time”

for your first time being on the receiving end, it was definitely an experience you would never forget. you were especially glad that it was specifically with minjeong and none of your fuckass colleagues.

honestly, you could get used to this feeling. maybe too much would get you hooked onto it knowing that you have an addictive personality.

now that you were spent of all your energy, you drag your feet across the floor, bringing minjeong along as you flop onto the bed for a quick, and well deserved, nap.

—

what you thought would take a long while of explaining, turned out to be a good 5 minutes of casually talking to the guard outside the walls, saying that you and your ‘assistant’ were going out for some ‘research’. that was way easier than you had anticipated.

early mornings were always annoyingly hot almost everyday, but that was normal considering that the waste from the wars prior to this era were messing with the earth's atmosphere. to make matters ten times worse, you and minjeong stepped with heavy feet across the barren landscape of what used to be a bustling city in an excruciatingly heavy hazmat suit underneath the sweltering rays of the sun.

“haah… we’ve been walking… way too long doc. where… where the hell are we even heading to?” to your surprise, minjeong was having quite a hard time adjusting to the weight of the suit. her exhaustion in mind, you decided it was time for a break after that dragged out 1 hour of walking down a heavily damaged bridge. 

no signs of safe places to rest, and an onslaught of mutants were picked up by your radar not too long ago. you sigh and carry on your walk with minjeong warily checking her surroundings with the plasma rifle held tight in her hands “we’re heading to my bunker. it’s pretty far out. my apologies”

your bunker. located somewhere east from the facility. this is where you would usually spend your time working on more personal projects of yours. be it working on a cure, or having a fleshed out plan of how to move yourself into a higher position so that you were able to provide the other scientists with much better resources and et cetera.

it also harboured a vast range of better equipment you ‘borrowed’ from the facility with the excuse of “i just lost the equipment in a mutant attack” or “i got raided by bandits and all my supplies are gone”. thankfully you had a few acquaintances here and there to help out with the more physical aspects of moving said equipment into your bunker.

and thank god you were a powerful asset to the military. if you weren’t, then well, there would be no way they would trust you enough with their hard earned machines.

“oh my god… how much longer is the journey?” clearly exhausted, minjeong trailed behind you with drooping shoulders. you had walked this path many times before with a few hiccups time to time, so obviously you were used to the lengthy journey. it also provided exercise as you never exerted your body to these lengths whilst sitting still in your lab.

with no proper break, and a few mutants around the area, you estimated a good 3 and a half hours by foot “if there were people nearby, we could’ve asked for a ride by now but…” 

no one in sight. 

in every corner, in every crumbled building - hell, even in the damn water. mutants everywhere.

“it’ll be a while till we find a place we could rest” the buildings around you held little to no safe place, and the next city was about 1 hour away. plus, the bridge you and minjeong stood on stretched out way further than minjeong could ever imagine. she was exhausted as a person could ever get, but there was no room for even a one minute stop.

“we could’ve taken the many vehicles inside the facility, but you decided to walk all the way out?” it was clear that minjeong was feeling a tad frustrated, and honestly who wouldn’t be if you were walking in a hot suit with the chances of heatstroke.

“where we’re going, it’s a bad idea to take any vehicle really. one time i did that and a massive mutant chased me down until i radioed the nearest watchpost”

“that sounds traumatising…” and it was.

you and minjeong stayed on high alert for the time being. the city often harboured a few class C or D mutants, especially around the bridge where most people came driving through.

honestly though, this bridge was far too long and annoying, but there wasn’t much choice in paths either way. the rest of the surrounding areas were too high in radiation that it often made your geiger counters explode once you stepped a few inches near a building, and also the amount of hostile creatures - and sometimes people, would pose far too much of a threat to you.

a few minutes had gone by and the heat became unbearably hot. unfortunately your suits weren’t equipped with some sort of cooling system, which you thought they at least should implement in the near future… why haven’t they done that yet is still a mystery to you. 

exhausted as ever, you looked around for anywhere to sit for a couple of minutes, seconds even, but to your avail, there was no shade that could provide the necessary cooling that you and minjeong craved so desperately.

“fuck… how much… how much… how much longer doc?”

it was a miracle that she was still able to talk with the amount of huffing she was doing. to answer her question, you reply with a half-assed hum. the heat started to affect you more than it usually would for no good reason.

out of nowhere, a pretty battered car pulled up besides you; a familiar face, finally.

“hwang yeji?” the ginger haired older woman clad in rad proof gear nodded. a comfortable hand sat gently on the leather wheel of the car, and with a reassuring smile, the woman unlocked her doors.

“heya doctor! you out on another one of your expeditions?” yeji, a lone bounty hunter, waved at you with a charming smile. you met the woman a few years ago whilst you were studying the radioactivity in one of the nearby cities, and let's just say your first impressions of eachother weren’t exactly great.

she had shot you right in the leg on accident thinking you were one of the mutants with that big ass hazmat suit of yours, and you had shot her back out of fear. but then after a few fated encounters later down the years, you two had become good acquaintances, often trading a few things here and there.

“no. just heading towards the next city. think you can give us a lift?” you spoke casually, pointing back to minjeong, who stood right beside you with the barrel of the gun directly aimed at yeji’s head. despite the situation, yeji didn’t budge, but her eyes scanned minjeong up and down, her hands clenching into fists.

“she’s feisty. did you pick her up from the slums?” she cackled, tilting her chin upwards in an attempt to size minjeong up “…heading to the same place as usual, doctor?”

to your left, you could see minjeong’s finger graze above the trigger, her jaw tense as she breathed out a steady breath through her nostrils “put your gun down minjeong. she’s an acquaintance of mine” as you spoke with a soft yet commanding voice, she carefully lowered the rifle, keeping a keen on yeji for any suspicious movements. bounty hunters were never to be trusted in her books.

“oh and she listens to you too? you’ve got yourself a cute guard dog” yeji was somewhat of a quirky character. you never understood the little comments she would throw out whenever you accompanied her - or vice versa, but you guess that was her own charm. 

“i guess so… it’s not like that. she’s just with me because i need to keep her away from the military” oh, and also because she did keep you safe. like a guard dog.

“yeah yeah, sure” waving her hand back, ushering the two of you two hurry up and get inside her car, yeji turns towards the road, or whatever was left of it “now get inside the car. i’ll drop you two off” 

—

through many hiccups throughout the journey to one city to another, it took yeji approximately 1 hour and 17 minutes to get your usual location “you stay safe. and you, minjeong, keep the doctor in your line of sight. this idiot sometimes runs into dangerous situations if she finds anything interesting… especially when it comes to mutants” minjeong nodded. unlocking the car doors to let you out, yeji gave you a sealed and crumpled up envelope containing some coins from the bounty she completed a couple days ago “oh, and y/n, if you need anything, come down to the outskirts. ryujin and the kids miss you”

“…will do. you keep safe as well, miss hwang” minjeong couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was strange about yeji. she had this sort of aura about her that made her feel queasy. as they were cramped in the backseat of her car, minjeong made a few small observations about her; how she nervously fiddled with her hands, gaze never meeting yours neither hers, that guilty expression on her face. something wasn’t quite right.

“there’s something off putting about that woman… she’s kind of weird, don’t you think?” in some way, you agree. yeji was this mysterious person to you. she had never shared a lot of things about herself, never really had the need to talk about her worries even though you had known her for almost 4 years.

“i’ve had my suspicions, but i can’t lose her… i mean she provides me with supplies since i’m always cooped up in the bunker” but besides that, you and minjeong were in the middle of a road. 

back then, this was south korea’s capital, seoul. now it was just a big pile of rubble; abandoned and rusted cars that could no longer be used, crumbling skyscrapers that were bound to tumble, schools that still had their banners up even if it was nothing more than a few pieces of fabric flapping in the air. you name it.

seoul was the main target for many nuclear bombs being dropped alongside busan, incheon, daegu and ulsan. with the amounts of radiation inside the capital, seoul was the first city to fall out of the remaining cities during that era of time.

deemed unsafe by the military, no one touched, or even went close to the city unless they were permitted to do so. it was no wonder why it kept the same shape as it did when it was first destroyed.

although you’d never been superstitious, every time you had explored within the buildings, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you could hear the souls of thousands of people trapped inside, their voices echoing through the hollow streets, filled with cries for their loved ones. it was most haunting around schools and hospitals. usually the supposed souls’ voices were amplified near school or hospital grounds, but you always brushed it off and continued with your search.

“minjeong…?” however, the younger girl was more skittish. swivelling her body around to take in the mass destruction surrounding her “are you alright?”

“yeah no, i’m fine.” you knew she was keeping up a guard by how she was stiff whenever she walked right besides you, jolting whenever your shoulders brushed past each other, or how she had a tight grip on the rifle “no i’m bullshitting you… i’m not fine. this place is freaking me the fuck out. where the hell are all the mutants?”

given the high intensity of radiation that kept within seoul, you would have expected mutants to be gathering in larger groups, making them way too common in the area. however, there was an eerie silence that had fallen upon the city. your voice trembled in response to the observation “i-i don’t know. let’s just move, we can’t stay idle for too long…”

“hey doc, can we go over there?”

“hm?” minjeong pointed towards what seemed to be an apartment complex. its structure had withered over time, but it stood strong despite the amounts of material crumbling off its walls. you both exchanged a quick glance, both aware of the risks associated with entering such a building in that state. minjeong seemed determined to explore, and you weren’t one to deny the girl of her curiosity. after all, you would do the same if you found something of your interest.

as you and minjeong pushed open the door, it creaked loudly, sending a cloud of dust flying into your field of vision. for a moment, you were stunned momentarily and completely blinded, then straight after you had collected yourself, you quickly wiped your sleeve across your face shield.

"shit" minjeong cursed under her breath “got a light?” opening her bag with a grimace, you toss her one of your flashlights, retrieving another one for yourself.

“care to share why you’re interested in this building?” once you were inside the pitch black room, you flicked on the flashlight, scanning the area for any threats before you proceeded into what appeared to be some sort of lobby. the furniture that was once pristine and polished - to which you assumed so given the decoration aesthetics, had now been damaged beyond repair, and the same applied to the electrical wiring. some cables hung from the ceiling, no sparks flying out of them was a good sign, but still one to keep in mind just in case the whole building may or may not explode if you decided to turn a switch on.

“i don’t know. kinda amazed by this behemoth of a structure, and it seems like a perfect place to rest for now” minjeong proceeded forward, up a flight of stairs at your suggestion since the elevators looked like a death trap waiting to be triggered. 

“right, good idea. make sure there’s no danger nearby, minjeong” she simply nods, leading the way upwards as her steps become heavier with each thump. 

minjeong’s breath became evidently shakier, her actions clumsier as her pace started to increase up the stairs “hey- hey slow down minjeong, i can’t keep up”

once at her desired floor, she began to lightly run towards one of the apartment doors, frantically feeling for the opening with what you could determine as a few incoherent swears and whispers “fuck… fuck, the door won’t budge” the lock couldn’t be picked, and ramming your entire body - plus minjeong’s, into the door didn’t work either. the thing was practically welded shut “is there any other way we can get inside?” by the way her voice wavered each time she cursed under her breath and the way she started to fumble around with her equipment, you could tell that somehow this specific room held some sort of significance to her.

“i’m not sure, but maybe if we ram into it again, it’ll open” the both of you collided into the door one last time before its hinges broke. the impact of your two bodies slamming into the metal had enough force that both you and minjeong fell flat onto the door. the aftermath of the action was prominent in your shoulders as the dull pain that was throbbing quite intensely had possibly left a quite gnarly bruise on your upper arm.

inside was a standard apartment room; a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom and one bedroom. nothing too special to you, yet for minjeong, it was another story.

standing in the middle, minjeong took a deep breath as she closely inspected her surroundings. frozen and unable to utter one word, all of a sudden she felt nostalgia hit her. silently moving in her tracks, she entered the bedroom with careful steps, creaking open the raggedy door with shaky hands.

upon seeing the room in its abandoned glory, a wave of memories washed over her. nights spent aimlessly studying for exams that no longer mattered, the lazy mornings she stayed comfortable in her bed after a crazy night out with her closest friends, the late night conversations she had with her parents after many stressful days, midday naps she had with her dog when the suns rays bled through the curtains. once a place of comfort now a desolate and empty room with nothing but dust and ash everywhere, walls chipped and so forth. 

it was her bedroom. her apartment.

she had hoped that somehow some of her personal belongings survived the erosion of time, and fortunately for her, the thing that kept her moving forward was still preserved in her cracked drawers. 

a worn out family photo kept hidden inside a tough container.

held between her fingers was the small polaroid of her family posing together outside a building. a deep and shaky sigh fell from her lips, caressing the film with her thumb. in the picture was their family dog at the front, minjeong’s older brother playfully posing whilst her mother and father held the two of them in a loving embrace right before minjeong was sent off to the company that kept her frozen for years to come. 

scouring through the drawer again, minjeong fishes out a couple more items. one being her graduation photo, a worn out diary that was barely intact; the poor thing was shred to pieces inside, yet it still held up with its leather covering. and that was it.

the room served as a time capsule, filled with familiar items minjeong had once owned in what seemed like another life time. as she slowly paced around her bedroom, examining the millennia old room; untouched, but destroyed beyond repair, her saddened eyes roamed over the remnants of her past life, each unearthed corner still reminding her of little snippets of life that she could barely remember now. the weight of the past and the stark reality of her current situation suddenly hit her like a tidal wave drowning her in a flood of nostalgic memories. regrets and despair. 

out of nowhere, it felt as if air was being sucked out of her lungs. why was it hard to breathe… why couldn’t she breathe? that’s all she wanted to do, and yet it was almost impossible to do so. her chest tightened in a manner unknown to her, and it hurt so bad. 

minjeong slumped against the wall, weight seemed to press her down with a crushing force and it felt sickening, stomach churning around with anxiety “hey… hey… minjeong—” the world around her fell into a deafening silence. then, just seconds after, a high pitched ring interrupted her inner turmoil. she clutched her chest with her hand, bundling up the fabric together in a tight knot as she slid down the wall ever so slowly.

“i- i can’t… i can’t breathe… it hurts- it hurts…” her voice meek and vulnerable, trembled low in the dense air. her body curled into a ball, hugging her legs close to her chest whilst she attempted to still her sharp gasps “hurts… help- it hurts doctor…”

panic seized her mind, zeroing in her vision onto one singular point in her room. everything around that vision blurred, and eventually darkened as the sudden attack paralysed her general movement. not only could she not breathe, but she couldn’t move her arms, nor legs “i’m gonna die… i feel like i’m gonna die, doctor… i’m gonna die” she doubled over, body shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming from her eyes and onto the front panel of her visor.

you observed minjeong from a distance, equally frozen in place. heart aching in concern, mind racing with anxiety. you yearned to do something, anything, to alleviate her from her distress, but it was as if your feet were glued to the floor. the sight of her scrunched up body quivering, her sharp exhales, her widened eyes and shaking pupils were too overwhelming for you. every word of comfort or reassurance you tried to offer evaporated in the air, lips stuttering as you made an attempt to find suitable words to say, but your own feelings of inadequacy and panic made it near impossible to do anything deemed as meaningful.

in one way or another, you pried your feet off the floor in desperation. closer and closer, you knelt down next to minjeong “f-focus on my breathing, alright?” locking eyes with her, you take a deep inhale, encouraging her to follow your lead “you’ll be alright minjeong… just keep steadying your breathing. now exhale for me” 

the two of you repeated this process for a few minutes, you specifically kept a sharp eye on minjeong as she noticeably relaxed the muscles in her face “good job,” as you praised her, your hand instinctively rested on top of her shoulder, massaging away the tension “you’re doing an amazing job… just keep on breathing”

eventually, minjeong’s breathing started to slow, but she was still shaken up from the abrupt and extremely unexpected panic attack. never had she once experienced one, let alone one this intense. she truly felt like she was on the brink of death once she had noticed that her throat felt like it had been squeezed tight.

“yes, that’s it minjeong. your breathing is steady… good job” your hand gently massaged her shoulders in a circular motion, keeping a rather keen eye on minjeong’s body language and facial expressions in case she had reacted negatively to your touch.

“i’m fine, i’m fine now… c-could you help me up?” your hand extended out, held hers firm and pulled her up to her feet “thanks” she brushed herself off, stuffing the pictures in the backpack as she plops herself onto the rickety bed.

the two of you stayed silent for a couple of minutes, but not because the situation was awkward, you both needed a well deserved rest after the hours of walking you did.

“need to grab anything else before we leave?” your aching body refused to move, but staying in probably one of the most radioactive places in south korea, it was best to start heading out.

“no, not really” minjeong pushed herself off the bed and onto her two restless feet, stretching a little as she reached the straps of her backpack “let’s move” 

you noticed the lack of colour in her voice, sentences coming out shorter and less engaging. but that was fine, you guess. her eyes looked a little less alive, and little to no expression was seen on her face.

as much as you wanted to know what she was thinking about, you bit back your tongue just in case your questions came out as interrogating and rather insensitive.

beside you was the door that lead out to the living room. following minjeong’s words, you opened it without precaution, and now…

a slender humanoid figure stood eerily still in front of you. it’s skin burnt, resembling a deep and dark charcoal colour. it had little to no muscle or meat on it’s body, and it’s arms stretched out, almost reaching the floor (a/n: picture scp-096 if you know, you know) 

while your legs stayed frozen in place, minjeong’s head peaked around the door, questioning why you hadn’t took a step out of the bedroom “there's no way in hell…” holding back a gasp, eyes raked up and down the figures body, her hand swiftly made way to the rifle, cocking it quickly.

right behind the lanky creature was a much smaller, yet equally terrifying figure. although small in height, it made up for it with the physique of a bodybuilder, minus the rotting flesh that hung loose from its body. 

“can we make a run for it?” minjeong asked as she hid behind the door frame, the barrel of the gun poking out to take aim.

“does it look like we can?” you whisper, shuffling back into the room, away from the two humanoid mutants towering over the two of you.

the slender ones arms gradually lifted into the air. its bludgeoned in red eyes in contrast to its dark body provided an unsettling appearance as it pierced straight into your soul, all while the bulkier one stepped closer with heavy thuds, its muscles flexing and twitching in unnatural… and extremely grotesque ways.

“pst- minjeong. minjeong” your body stayed stiff, but your head turned towards minjeong with a hushed shout “shoot that one in the head” you point with your eyes towards the muscular mutant, sweat dripping down your forehead and back of your neck at the sight of its zombie like appearance.

instantaneously, arms flew around the air, claws flailed around the room as the lanky mutant began to wail with a hoarse voice. its razor sharp claws swiped across, hitting everything that stood in its path; a gush of air blowing you back into the bedroom wall with a dull thud left you winded.

“shit” one and two shots sounded while you sprawled on the ground in pain. clutching your hazmat suit in a tight fist as you gasp for air. minjeong’s precise aim pierced through the skull, exploding the muscular mutants head, splattering the walls with thick, bright crimson congealed blood all over the crumbling bricks.

its accompanying friend cried out once more, erratically throwing its arms around in a fit of sorrow, or possibly rage - it was hard to tell from its disfigured face, all bloodied and torn. in that fit of overwhelming emotions, the thing lunges itself onto minjeong, ripping off a chunk of the fabric from her hazmat suit “STOP, NO—“ 

at the speed of light, you - finally standing tall after you caught your breath, yank away the rifle “fuck- fuck?!” minjeong laid on the floor, desperately fending off the creature as its claws dug deep into her flesh “shit, okay- okay i got this”

your shaky hands trembled as you aimed for its head, fingers twitched against the trigger, breath quickening.

it opened its mouth wide, baring its pointed teeth as it let out a thunderous screech. from its mouth, acidic saliva spat out everywhere, burning little holes into the front panel of minjeong’s visor, almost- just almost, dripping near her eyes.

operating a gun was proving to be much harder than it appeared. the trigger was hard to pull back, and you had precious little time before the creature would pulverise minjeong into oblivion with its deadly claws.

“shit- shit” bullets punctured into the creature's body sporadically, hitting everywhere but its vitals parts. a hit to the leg, one to the shoulder and a few scrapes across its face caused it to pull back from minjeong’s injured body with a grunt “stay still you—“ regaining its composure, its head whipped towards you, almost giving itself whiplash by the way its neck snapped in place. eerie aura emanating from the way it stood perfectly still in the dimness of the room. you stepped back cautiously, using this time to prepare yourself for the next shot, preferably to its head.

you pressed down hard on the trigger, silently praying that your shot would be the last one you would ever shoot.

crackling noises echoed through the air as the high concentrated energy beam zipped across the room, landing straight into the creature’s stomach. taken aback, it clutched its body tight in its deformed hands.

mutant rendered motionless, and your one way exit out of the building metres away, you push the creature with as much force as possible, knocking its body to the ground with a crash “hold on— hold on for me minjeong”

there was a large wound on minjeong’s abdomen where the mutant had dug quite deep. nothing too gorey, but still, an injury that deep - plus being exposed to high amounts of radiation unprotected, stuck minjeong in a difficult situation. whether she would stay alive or not was an obvious question to answer; taking her out would be a better option, yet you inexplicably decided to keep her alive with you.

you hastily scooped her into your arms, somehow stuffing the rifle into her bag - the front sticking out of the zip, as you carried it on one of your shoulders; also carrying your other backpack on the other.

rushing down the stairs, making sure not to trip over your shoes or a random pile of rubble, the mutant groggily lifts itself up from the ground, the sounds of it thumping on the third floor, looking around for you.

so now that you were outside of the building, minjeong’s body was still exposed to the radiation, and the blood trickling from her injury stained part of the white hazmat suit a deep red “we’ll be there soon. just- just hold on”

you looked around for any sort of vehicle that could start up, but to your misfortune, all were unusable. and if they were, it would be impossible to start anyway. the use of petrol in outdated cars, even if they were working, would be futile. petrol stations were clearly closed, and plus, you didn’t know how to operate an old car.

“fuck” you cursed under your breath. a pocket knife you had in your pocket was handy in moments like these. with nothing to wrap or patch up minjeong’s deep wound, you almost give up on her. but you just couldn’t. ripping off a large chunk of her already ripped clothes, you tie the fabric over her wound.

finally, as the sun began to set, your time to get to safety decreased as the night sky came. trudging across the barren city to your next location, your stomach growled. god, you couldn’t wait to get back to your bunker.

cryogenic incident log no.3. a follow up

subject: patient 0101, kim minjeong.

vitals: somehow stable despite the intense exposure to radiation. pulse and respiratory rates are within a decent range. brain activity is fine.

condition: unconscious due to a significant amount of blood loss.

notes: subject kim minjeong was exposed for around 30 to 45 minutes of intense radiation. however, the subject seems to show no signs of skin redness or radiation burns. which is strange… i disposed of the subject's clothes and washed her thoroughly before inspection. her other belongings are stored safely in a decontamination room alongside my personal belongings i hauled along with me.

kwon [redacted].

date: 17/01/30xx

—

legs and arms strapped down, leather tight onto her skin and laid flat across the table, minjeong stirred awake with a groan. waking up to a bright light shining down onto her face, with you hovering above her. she jolts up suddenly before hissing at the sharp pain she felt in her lower abdomen.

“finally, you’re awake” you back up, letting minjeong’s confusion settle in “i’ve cleaned and patched up your wound. think i did a pretty good job stitching you up” 

“what?” as much as she wanted to move her limbs, she couldn’t budge one bit “why’d you tie me to a table though…”

you shrug, placing the suture needle onto the operation table “for all i know, you could’ve turned into a nasty looking mutant with how long you were exposed” you gave her one closer look, examining her naked body for any signs of change “but you didn’t… and that’s weird”

“how so?” she questions “does mutation happen that quickly?”

“in the area we’re in, yes” only in seoul could a person undergo mutation in under minutes. the intensity was no joke. a person could strip themselves of their hazmat suits and suffer the worst radiation burn possible in a mere 3 minutes “so it’s odd to see that you’re not turning into a pile of melted flesh”

“fuck… i guess i’m lucky then, huh?” her smile and chuckle lasted a few seconds before she returned to neutrality.

“there’s no such thing as luck minjeong. there must be something up with your genetics”

“so, what now. gonna keep me strapped here like an animal?” she scoffed, shaking her head in disapproval.

“no, i only need to ask a few questions before i let you go” you sat on a chair, leaning into the backrest as your hands fiddle with your almost empty ballpoint pen “do you feel nauseous or in anyway hot?”

“neither”

“okay then…” you jot down a few notes, humming to yourself in confusion. by now she should be feeling either, but none… “well, that’s it. let’s eat”

freeing minjeong from the thick leather straps that kept her still, she finally sat up, rubbing her wrists and ankles “you’re not going to do some tests on me or something?” sitting upright had it’s challenges. the dull searing pain in her abdomen caused her to hiss “shit… hm, you cooked?”

“eh, it’s just rations really. budae jjigae, but i only had enough noodles for one” helping minjeong up from the table, you hold her around the waist to stabilise her, whilst also wrapping a sterilised blanket across her shoulder just like you did when you first met her “you can have all the noodles since you’re in recovery”

“can i at least get some clothes first?” you nod, bringing her into your bedroom.

a little introduction to your underground bunker that you found years ago.

underneath a company building was a pretty large bunker made for situations such as an apocalypse. once you walked down a few stairs inside the company’s basement, a thick metal door could be found hidden behind shelves.

before you had made a lot of adjustments to your bunker, it was filled with canned foods, dating back to the late 2000’s. obviously inedible. 

but now it was filled with your belongings.

as soon as you entered the bunker, you were greeted by an airlocked entrance, able to sanitise yourself with water that you were able to sort out with the help of yeji and her girlfriend ryujin, who was an expert at all things mechanical. after the whole sanitisation process, you entered into the living space, which consisted of a table, your entire kitchen setup and a sofa bed. ventilation was no issue too since you had yeji and ryujin sort that out too.

now, there was of course the bathroom. again, everyone say thank you to ryujin and yeji for helping with that too. and then there were two other rooms. one being your bedroom, walls decorated with meticulously crafted plans and research consisting of cures, a much more comfortable looking bed - unkempt since you didn’t have the time to tidy, an absurd amount of empty energy drink cans in a pile, papers crumpled or ripped up all across the floor and a comedically tidy closet with all your neatly folded clothes.

then there was your makeshift lab, with all the equipment you took from the facility. of course you had ryujin helping out with making some other contraptions. with your genius mind and ryujin’s ability to create things from scrap, almost all the equipment made by her were almost identical to the ones you had back there. 

anyway, back to the main focus of the story (a/n: sorry, i like to have a little world building, especially in this fic)

leading minjeong to your bedroom, you hand her a neat set of comfortable clothes, a loose shirt that was baggy on you, in which practically drowned minjeong’s petite body in a thin fabric.

“i’ll head to the kitchen real quick” you shoo minjeong into you bedroom, half closing your door just in case she needed anything from you “take your time dressing, and shout for me if you need any help”

for the first time in the past few days, or well, from the day she woke up, minjeong had some alone time. 

sitting on the edge of your bed, she slides on the shirt, chuckling to herself on how large it looked on her. the rest of the clothes followed on.

curious eyes wandered over the pictures and notes scattered across your walls. red strings held them up and pointed to other notes, that pointed to different pictures and other smaller notes “cure… for mutants…” she traced her fingers across a familiar looking image. a building and a strange symbol next to it “weird”

you on the other hand, rushed to find a few sedatives hidden in one of your cupboards “you done changing?” you called for minjeong as you slipped one tablet into her drink, swirling it around with a teaspoon “the food is gonna get cold, and i’ll eat your noodles”

minjeong made her way over to the table, holding onto the walls for some support, keeping her hand over the closed wound you so precisely stitched for her.

“i’m so damn hungry… thank god you have this bunker, cause that meal supplement the guard gave us tasted like fuckass cardboard”

it was sick how you kept a casual smile, handing over the bowl of food and her drugged drink as if you didn’t do anything wrong “it’s always protein protein and more protein for those soldiers, i swear” shoving a spoonful of soup into your mouth, your worries swept away for a hot minute as the flavours soothed your soul “they could’ve given us something more flavourful, like a granola bar or something”

“it was like that when i was in the military. fucking unflavoured protein bars for snacks, eugh…” she slurped on the noodles without any care, resting her elbow on her knee that she propped up on the chair “mealtimes were alright, i guess. sometimes we’d get better meals on the weekends though”

“you were in the military? huh, that makes more sense now”

talking to minjeong was fun, definitely way better than eating alone in the silence

“do you really think i would’ve been able to pull off that stunt yesterday if i didn’t know how to hold a gun, let alone shoot that thing in its mouth?” whilst chowing down on her food, she occasionally took gulps of her drink to wash it down. all according to plan..

“sometimes people perform better under pressure, so i thought that maybe that was the case” 

“well yeah, that is true to some extent. did you seriously not see the way i shot that mutant though? no rookie could handle a gun like that, especially one that they’ve never held before” you chuckle softly at her sudden rise in temper, seeing how the younger woman grew irritated the more you dismissed her skill “and the way i blew that other mutant's head off? you think anyone could do that?”

“okay i get it, minjeong” her nose scrunched at your words, rolling your eyes at you with a scoff.

“you’re welcome for saving you by the way” she spoke with a twinge of tease to her tone, inhaling the food down her mouth.

time went by and it had been at least thirty minutes since you and minjeong ate. 

you stood at the sink, washing the big bowl you both ate from, occasionally throwing glances at minjeong who didn’t move away from where she sat. by now you were expecting her to feel somewhat sleepy, but she was still up on the sofa, writing in the diary she took from her apartment.

“what you writing there?” you came up from behind her with a syringe hidden behind your back.

“it’s like the little logs you write, except on paper”

“yeah, i know that, but what exactly are you writing?” asking her once more as you rest your head against the top of hers.

“nosy ass… i’m just writing about what happened in the last 24 hours, that’s all” indeed, your nosy ass peaked at her diary, seeing how she wrote in the older korean language fascinated you, almost forgetting about your plan. 

your hand rested steady on her shoulder, eyes pinpointing the location where you would jab the needle into her arm.

“i noticed the difference in the way you write, and the way i write. it’s interesting how languages develop over time, right?” heart drumming in your chest, you nod and hum at her words as if you were actually able to hear her over the rapid beat of your heart.

anxiety halted your hands momentarily, but you regained composure, swiftly inserting the needle into her shoulder and covering her mouth with your other free hand “it’s okay— it’s okay, minjeong… it’s just a little medication for your injury. it’ll make you feel much better, and maybe a little sleepy…” 

cure log no. 1

day 1 of finding out that minjeong is immune to radiation. 

well, first of all, i conducted a few tests on her while she was unconscious earlier from the blood loss, and all of them proved my suspicions from when i first laid eyes on her.

that mark on her neck definitely reminds me of something, but i can’t lay my finger on it at all. i know it has ties to a specific company whose name i cannot remember, which quite frankly pisses me off.

it’s definitely that mark on her neck, there’s something up with it. call me a conspiracist or whatever, but i have a feeling this mark has definitely got to do something with her immunity… if only i can remember.

but anyway, second of all. due to the fact that the tests i ran proved my theories; i have a blood sample of minjeong that i need to put to good use. 

so, with that said, i’ll extract the DNA from the sample. hopefully i can study it further without any issues.

kwon [redacted].

date: 17/01/30xx

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cure log no. 2

it’s been 2 days since minjeong was knocked unconscious. of course i feel bad for doing what i needed to do, but there was no other way unless i wanted her to shoot me in the head.

earlier today i extracted her DNA from the blood sample i took from her a few days ago by separating the blood cells from the plasma, purified the DNA, then i sequenced it. with that, i then inserted her DNA into a modified egg cell i created artificially.

these day one clones could be a possible end for mutants. maybe minjeong’s immunity could end this god forsaken world riddled with those little shits.

kwon [redacted].

date: 19/01/30xx

—

cure log no.3

it’s been 5 days and minjeong still hasn’t woken up… i’m getting worried about her. her vitals are fine and all, but what if she’ll never leave that state.

besides the point. the clones that i created are kept safe in the makeshift laboratory. it’s sterile and controlled inside the pods that i had ryujin make for this occasion. 

they’re developing rapidly, which is good. i mean, i’ve been strict on issuing hormones out to them through tubes, and then genetically manipulating their cells. also they’re in a nutrient rich environment right inside the pod. 

they’re in their late teens as we speak.

kwon [redacted].

date: 24/01/30xx

—

cure log no.4

what the fuck.

they’ve turned adults overnight. they’re exactly minjeong’s current age…

tomorrow i’ll conduct some experiments on them, get some blood samples and try capturing a low tier mutant to see if it does anything to its body once i inject their blood.

it sounds vile, but it’s honestly whatever.

kwon [redacted].

date: 25/01/30xx

—

in the dark of the night, you sat silently at your desk, typing away with your aching fingers as you read from one log to another, trying to see if you had said anything about a strange company.

it’s been a while since minjeong had been knocked unconscious, you were convinced she was brain dead at this point. 

broken out of your daze, you heard glass shattering from the room to your right. odd, don’t you think? that was the room where the three clones were held… wait, what? there’s no way they’d already have gained consciousness in such little time.

knowing some of the abilities minjeong possessed warned you that entering a room where a possible dangerous clone of her could be alive was a terrible idea, and there were three of them for fucks sake. but at the same time your curiosity had piqued, and you needed to know what the clones had behaved like.

if it was a successful cloning, then you were a step closer to coming up with a cure for the infected, and if not, then… it’s back to square one.

before you could even stand from your desk chair, a pair of arms circled your waist in a tight grip “w-what the fuck?” an undressed clone kept you in place as you struggled to free yourself from its deathly strong grip. 

you looked up anxiously, staring at the clone dead in the eye. it appeared exactly like minjeong, but it's facial expression seemed to be stuck in a constant scowl.

the clone glanced towards the door it came through, its head tilting as if it was signalling for something to come in “fuck— let me go” the clone ignored you, dragging your light body across the floor by the collar of your shirt “let- let me go minjeong!” you exclaimed, fingers digging into the clone's arm as it drew blood.

maybe the clones had gone rogue, you don’t know for sure, but you had a feeling that maybe you should have had extra protection around the area for a possible next time. if there even was a next time.

in your makeshift lab, the clone that had dragged you inside, and the other two naked clones cornered you, back pressed against the cold sheet of metal that kept you safe from the walls caving in. 

none of them talked, but from your observations, they either had a collective mind, were able to talk to each other via telepathy, or maybe they were honestly out to get you for their own personal reasons. 

you expected such, after all this was the first batch of clones you have ever made before. they wouldn’t exactly be perfect the first time.

it was a banned practice, and universally outlawed since the idea of cloning was coined as unethically sick by every scientist you knew. oh, and also deemed as morally wrong by the world's health department, but why would you give a fuck about them if they didn’t care about coming up with a cure - plus they barely exist now anyway. both scientists and the health department couldn’t sway you from conducting things if it meant a new and better life for the people of the future.

one sacrifice for the lives of many.

without prior signs of warning, the clone - the angrier looking one, had began to lift you up, starting the process of pinning you down onto the table “seriously, let me go. this isn’t funny” in the moment, you feared for your life, voice trembling as you attempted to speak in a commanding tone, and yet the clone didn’t seem to care all too much about your wellbeing. god knows what these three had in plan.

a clone held you down, roping around your wrists with the thick leather that bounded you to the table against your will; the rough grainy texture digging harshly into your skin, the bright light shining down onto your face leaving you squinting, the three bare clones staring at your meek figure with an unreadable expression all made you feel like maybe cloning minjeong, who you knew for a few days, wasn’t the best idea after all.  

you could die here, possibly the original minjeong too, and the three clones of her could walk out of the bunker and roam into the streets with ill intent.

a sudden gust of cold air brought back your attention, and you realised that one of the minjeongs had stripped you down from your pants, leaving your lower half exposed “wait, no- no, stop doing that” but you couldn’t move at all. the angrier minjeong chuckled, sliding its hand across your covered chest, leaning down towards your ear.

“relax doctor. promise it’ll feel good” 

the other minjeong who stood besides the angrier looking one caressed your jaw, placing a few gentle kisses against your neck while the one who took off your pants stared at you with beaming eyes.

“g-get off me?! get the hell off me” again, you tried moving away, straining and wriggling your arms against the leather made the soreness unbearable. you calmed down your breathing, eyes frantically scanning around the room for any possible way to get yourself freed from this wreck of a situation, yet there was no way you could get yourself out from the table, let alone the three unnaturally strong minjeongs around you.

the minjeong between your legs, the more cheerful looking one, giggled as she gently cupped your clothed pussy with a wide and cheeky grin “so warm down here…” in response to her feathery touch, you unintentionally moaned back, the friction against your clit was too good not to ignore, and you didn’t exactly know what to do in such a compromising position. so you let it happen.

“jeongie” the angrier minjeong exclaimed, clicking her fingers at her “stop teasing the doctor”

“aww boo. you’re no fun, winter” the cheerful one pouted, gradually pulling down your soaked panties down, a string of wetness followed by “wow… your glistening down here, y/n” the clone, who you assume is called jeongie, played around with your folds, gently massaging around your needy clit.

the minjeong marking up and down your neck was too concentrated on doing a good job, occasionally pulling back to see the art she had crafted all over your now reddened neck.

“minsik, are you going to… you know?” jeongie asked muffled, her face delving right in between your legs, lapping at your wetness.

“not yet. when doctor kwon is ready” done with your neck, minsik, the one who seemed to be calm and collected, pulled up your shirt and placed gentle kisses across your bare chest “she might be ready now actually, but let’s wait”

you had no clue what they were planning at all, and it was rather terrifying considering that their words were cryptic as hell. to your surprise, winter leaned down, hovering just above your face in that signature smirk that mirrored minjeong’s accurately “it’s alright doctor. just think of us as a manifestation minjeong’s thoughts…”

“w-what do you mean?” your hips bucked up into the air, pushing your soaked cunt onto jeongie’s lips. with a stifled moan, you look away from all three clones, hiding the fact that it felt good away from them all.

jeongie’s tongue swiped across your clit, the friction of it alone almost bringing you towards your orgasm. the warmth of her tongue accompanied by her soft approvals, the way she gently parted your legs apart, and how she with each suck and lick felt like you were trapped in a constant high. fuck… you even felt your head spinning.

winter being right in front of your face, crashed into your lips, kissing you with desperation whilst her hand kept your wrist still. the other hand was busy teasing your chest, fingers flicking and pinching your nipple all while minsik sucked and gently circled around the other.

you were a mess of emotions, too much sensations overwhelming your body to the point where you couldn’t even control yourself. it was like you were having an out of body experience with how light you were feeling, how your vision kept on blurring and how each individual tongue exploring your most sensitive parts brought you closer and closer to your high.

“hah— stop… stop i can’t. feels too much” you blabbered out repeatedly. it was always “too much” and “feels so funny” to you whenever they stroked an area that had you silently pleading for them to stop.

the three continued their work, gently bringing you towards your orgasm before winter eventually came to a halt “she’s… i think she’s ready minsik” her voice had a certain huskiness to it.

“yeah? our jeongie did a good job, huh?” minsik ruffled the clones blonde hair between your legs, the same girl looking up at you with puppy eyes.

“did i do a good job?” fuck, she did do a good job. her face was soaked all the way down to her chin with your juices, god was it a sight. and that stupidly cute and innocent look to her with the added lewd look with all your juices all over her pretty little face was jaw dropping. 

but wait. what did they mean when they said you were ‘ready’?

whilst you were cowering away in the corner just a few minutes ago, you failed to notice the… quite large appendage between minsik’s legs.

“what the…” hell, you doubted you could even fit that thing in at all “t-there’s no way i can fit that inside of me. no way” honestly you were afraid that the pain would be too much once it was inside filling your tight cunt.

minsik persisted, reassuring you that she would take good care of you, but you couldn’t help but feel terrified at the thought “doctor kwon, don’t make this difficult for us…” she stared at you with sorrowful eyes, trying to get her way with you through guilt tripping.

winter rolled her eyes at the scene unfolding in front of her. with a huff, she pried your thighs open for minsik, urging her to do it quickly. 

jeongie followed winter. instead of kneeling between your parted thighs, she held your wrists down even though you couldn’t move them. she just wanted an excuse to touch you.

“i’m seriously, seriously begging you guys to stop” heart racing, you try to break free once more, even though it proved useless previous times “this isn’t some damn joke. look, please i can’t take— mmngh“

without warning, minsik aligned herself against your slit, covering her pink tip with your wetness. slowly, so slowly, minsik pushes herself inside you, her own legs trembling at the feeling of your walls clamping down on her hardened cock “shit—  so fucking tight doctor, your pussy is so fucking tight…” 

hands clenching around nothing, tears welling up in your eyes and so forth, words desperately wanted to escape your throat, and yet the only sounds that came out were mewls and whimpers.

minsik forcefully pushed deeper inside of you, her thick cock reaching places you'd thought were unreachable, and how it left you stretched beyond your comprehension “that’s it, doctor… take it all…” one quick thrust from her hit hard and hit right, moans spilling from your slacked open jaw. 

somehow, you don’t exactly know when, she developed such an uncharacteristically large cock. you had genetically formed all of them the same, and yet for some reason minsik wasn’t entirely anatomically correct.

at first you thought that you’d need superhuman abilities to have something this large fit into your cunt, but to your surprise it did. but it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt like hell “it- it stings~” whining pathetically as minsik readjusts herself to her liking.

on cue, minsik held onto your waist with her two hands “i guess i’ll have to start moving faster to make it feel less painful” 

“f-faster—?” that same smirk spread across minsik’s face as she gradually built up her thrusts. what started off slow and steady turned into her eventually pummelling into your slicked up hole, that perverse squelching coming from your connection, skin on skin slapping against each other.

though you had only experienced having sex one time, this was a whole new sensation. different speeds, the rawness of minsik’s thick cock repetitively abusing your poor poor pussy, how jeongie played with your tits with those pretty lips of her, and the way winter toyed relentlessly with your clit - rubbing it so fast that it felt like your nerves were set aflame.

“sto- ah.. fuck.. stop it-” it felt good, so unbelievably good, but it felt horribly wrong. minsik’s cock rammed hard to the point where it was too painful. hips snapping, her low and lustful moans in your ears, her fingers deep into the flesh of the skin of your waist that it was almost possible to see redness appearing on the surface.

panic began to set in gradually. for a second you thought it was because you didn't expect her to use you so roughly, but you eventually came to a realisation that you were stuck in a position where you were utterly helpless. 

“get- off. ge.. get off” your voice came out weak, tiny and pathetic at the same time the trio watched over you with longing gazes, entranced by the way your eyes shone from the tears that streamed out your eyes. 

it seemed like they didn’t understand how exactly this whole thing worked. all they wanted to do was make you feel good, and judging from the way you were dishing out those sweet, sweet reactions, they thought you were having a blast, moaning so loud for all of them to hear.

adrenaline pumping, arms strained against the leather harshly, pushing your wrists against them in painful tug with a hiss coming from you.

somehow you managed to break free from your restraints, immediately shoving minsik off your exhausted body. the push was fairly weak, but it managed to halt her movements all together.

“haah.. haah.. but why?” she asked with a pout, hands finding there way towards the soft flesh of your thighs.

you didnt want to answer the question, nor did you want to face any of the other clones; the latter standing confused as to why you pushed minsik away when you were feeling oh so good “what was that for?” jeongie pouted confusingly, her hand running through her hair whilst the self proclaimed leader of the bunch, winter, stood with her arms crossed against her chest.

popping off the other restraints that kept you ankles at bay, you rub the bruise made on both sides, groaning at the not so painful, yet annoyingly sore marks. you had to get up from the table, do something that would get these clones to understand what they did wrong, or well, get them to act accordingly so that this incident didn’t happen again. 

worrisome as you are when it came to tinkering with life, from the side of the table, you jab the sedative riddled needle into minsik’s arm, knocking out the poor girl in record time. the other two gasped, backed off into the corner as you pried yourself off the table with a look they couldn’t quite understand.

silently walking with intent to do the same, both jeongie and winter fearfully accepted their fate, closing the distance between them and you. upon noticing their surrender, you shrugged and placed the needle back down onto the table “you two are fine. just get back in the damn pod…”

as soon as the two willingly entered their pod, your fist slammed on the button to keep them put. and with a sigh, you dress yourself, hoping that minjeong was still unconscious during the entire incident.

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[wonwoosstuff]

wonwoo x f.reader; just them having a sexy time as a couple (established relationship); 18+

“Hm, you like that don’t you, sweetheart?” you whispered seductively in your boyfriend’s ear, gently cupping his face with your hands.

The two of you do not even remember how you’ve gotten to this point. Somehow you’re suddenly sitting on Wonwoo’s lap straddling him on your soft couch.

Tonight was one of those nights where Wonwoo planed on taking things slow. The mood of the living room— with having no lights on besides the couch lamp that illuminated the two of you— took the romantic atmosphere to another level.

Simultaneously the opened window blew a soft but cooling night breeze into the room causing you to shiver. The slow make out session was interrupted by your complaint:

“Wonu~can we please close the window? It’s really cold in here.”

A brief moment of silence. You looked at him with confusion.

“Wonwoo?”

“Let’s get you warmed up then.” He answered unhinged. Yet, these simple words created a mess of butterflies in your stomach.

Your boyfriend swiftly grabbed your waist and laid you softly down on the couch facing you contemporaneously. You drooled over the way he took off his shirt rapidly, then taking off his glasses to exempt you from getting hurt. The sight of a shirtless, well-built and shoulder-rich Wonwoo made your jaw slightly drop. Something about his movements were just so— breathtaking and sexy— even if these are considered normal in society.

You quickly looked away from him not expecting him to grab your jaw to make you face him directly.

“I want you to focus on me, love.” His fox-like gaze pierced through you. Wonwoo made sure that your eyes were not leaving his. Keeping eye contact during sexual intercourse was his one and only priority.

“Ugh, I can’t do this. You’re j-just so—“

“So?” He raised his eyebrow curiously.

“So intimidating and sexy” the last part of your sentence was mumbled however your boyfriend still heard it. Wonwoo’s reaction to your little confession was a smile followed by a deep chuckle. “Cute” was the last comment that he left on your shameless confession before connecting your lips with his.

The man continued to kiss you passionately as he put his arms steadily next to your head to support his weight. Wonwoo practically caged you into his trap. Nobody would even think that you were lying under him— that’s how wide his shoulders reached.

He began making his way slowly to your chest pulling your Tshirt up to reveal a better view of your breasts. To be more frank, all you had on were panties. Walking around with a bra was in fact very uncomfortable.

“I can’t believe you’re all mine, love.” He admired while pecking your cleavage.

“Baby?”

“Mhm?”

“Are you not going to take my shirt off?” You asked while looking up your boyfriend.

Wonwoo left a smooch on your belly button and answered: “Later, babe, later.”

You nodded and were curious about his upcoming plans. The first part of the plan was massaging your boobs. He was utterly skilled with his fingers due to his gaming abilities. So he used them as nipple torture.

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Your boyfriend had your legs laying on his shoulders for the past 30 minutes. He didn’t show any mercy and pounded into your arousal senseless. To support yourself you found your way to his hands intertwining your fingers with his fingers.

Your fucked out and flushing face turned him on making him go harder on you. Keeping up with Wonwoo’s pace was difficult, almost impossible.

He had one hell of stamina.

Wonwoo hasn’t really been moaning much — unlike you— instead he preferred to keep his calm and bite his lips to focus on hitting your g-spot perfectly.

“Ugh—W-Wonwoo— I can’t do this anymore, p-please spare me.” You could barely speak to him.

All you could see was a blurry silhouette of your boyfriend— that’s how good he made you feel.

“Oh yes, princess, you can.” He implied with his deep voice while also letting go of your hands.

“You look so hot like this.” A comment he wanted to share hours ago. Now he finally said it.

Wonwoo pulled you closer by your ankles to get deeper access to your g-spot — and it worked.

“Does this make you feel good, darling?”

“Mhm, y-yes!” you replied while moaning helplessly.

Wonwoo pecking your ankles while smirking at you was your last straw. He knew it turned you on.

He knew all of your weaknesses.

However your biggest weakness was your boyfriend getting to close to you and your ear.

And today seemed like your lucky day. He still was focused on thrusting harshly into you but leaned forward to meet your gaze directly. This resulted into you looking away quickly to not meet your boyfriend’s seductive gaze.

“Will you focus on your man, hm? Trust me, you don’t want me to turn this into a punishment.” He said while grabbing your jaw once again.

You began to hold onto his shoulders since his thrusting became sloppier. Still, it was hard to keep the eye contact.

“Are you warm enough, love?” He asked softly making you smile.

©️ wonwoosstuff do not copy or translate!

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Ok but imagine 42! Miles with a s/o who's literally the complete opposite of him in terms of aesthetic but she helps him when he's the prowler. Like nobody would expect the sweet, energetic, girl with the "Mabel pines" energy to be the gal in the chair for the prowler and making his weapons and at the same time being his girlfriend. They're a literal force to be reckon with.

Complete opposites but totally work

(I love this and so sorry it took so long but enjoy!)

Mabel Pines!Reader

You guys work very, very well together

I can't even describe it very well but it's like yin and yang

He was absolutely gobsmacked on how smart you actually could be

Because not mean, he thought of you as a sort of airhead for a while

But he actually found it quite cute or adorable on you

But he did find out very quickly that y'all have very, very different aesthetics

To be frank you look like a rainbow threw up on you

While Miles is all gloomy and dark over there

So safe to say you throw some glitter in him and force him to be colorful

He finds it hard sometimes to keep up with your energy

But it good for him

His mama absolutely LOVES you

She sees how much Miles loves you just due to the light you bring into his eyes

You can give this man anything and he will pretend to not like it but raise hell if you try and take it back

You guys proudly watch the news of worried women and men on TV talking about jobs you guys pulled and tryna catch you guys

Y'know those sassy guys we see in Tiktoks?

He's that sassy guy with you when you make him mad or annoyed

Knees facing the other way with his whole body while he side eyes you

But he can't resist you for very long

He actually was quite shocked when he found out you had a little dark side

He always saw you looking on the bright side of things

So you partaking in his Prowler activities, much less MAKING the shit for them, absolutely shocked him

He found it quite hot though I can't lie

You're absolutely right when you're completely different but work so well together

Even Uncle Aaron saw it

He uses you sometimes as a little diversion

A fake damsel in distress might I say

He never actually puts you in danger a you can very much so handle yourself but he's always lurking around the corner in these situations

You are an absolute monster at anything Miles needs

New gloves? Done

New mask? Done

Fucking Ray gun? Why didn't he ask sooner? Here, it's in your bag

You absolutely stick little stickers on his crap as well

You can't help yourself

But he absolutely loves it

You sit in the chair looking all pretty but can turn intimidating real quick as he's sitting on the arm chair

Y'know those scenes where the bad guy asks their "dumb/weird" henchman like

"I have no idea…how about we ask (Name)?"

Those type of scenes and you can come up with the best shit he didn't even think of

Absolutely soul mates

Anyway, enjoy this little scene I made:

Miles breathed heavily, leaning against the wall on the rooftop to the door to go back down to his home. He was dressed as the Prowler, breathing labored from a fight.

Miles tried to breathe the best he could, even succeeding for a moment before his eyes snapped open as he heard the shudder of a phone camera and a flash.

Miles' eyes widened, hand in front of him as the flash died and he saw you standing there, blank faces and camera held out in front of you.

Miles and you stared at one another for a moment, nothing to say at all.

"Is that carbon fiber?" You suddenly spoke up.

"...what?-" Miles blinked, barely able to process this before you almost jumped on him.

"Ooh! How did you make this?!" Miles couldn't even breathe and before he knew, his helmet was in your hands as you went on.

"This material is tough enough but you know I could make a much better one if-" you rambles on, an excitement to your voice Miles knew all to well as you flipped over the mask in your hands

"Wait– hold on." Miles held his arms out, effectively causing a pause in your rant as you stared back at him.

"Y'know who I am…right?" Miles asked, slowly and almost trying to be intimidating.

"Um…the Prowler?" You muttered, utterly confused as you tilted your head, holding the helmet to your chest.

"Yeah?!" Miles exclaimed, eyes wide and hands held out like he was trying to get a point across.

"Mhm. Is this like…a trick question, or…?" You asked, completely unbothered by it all as you looked down at the mask, examining it as you merely glanced up at him.

"No! Just- why are you so calm about this?" Miles asked, shocked as well.

"Well, it's not really shocking. You sorta have the backstory of a villain, anyway." You shrugged, staring dead at him.

"...seriously?"

"Well, kinda. Sorry, is this like a bad time for you?" You asked, still not handing over the mask as you held it over your head, almost trying to put it on.

"No, just, you can't tell anyone about this." Miles said, grabbing the mask to hold it in place and off your head, almost dangerously close to your face.

"I mean, I'm not? But-" you started and Miles almost rolled his eyes at your excited expression.

"I can help you!" You stated, biting your lip in excitement as you almost glowed from the glitter on you.

"Help…me?" Miles raised a brow.

"Yeah! Everyone thinks I'm dumb, but I have dirt on everyone. Everyone. And, not a lotta people notice I'm there so I can get you a lot of info, or like- routes and stuff. I'm also good with my hands."

You went on proudly, Miles looking between you and your hand which held his helmet.

It took a moment, Miles going over it all in his head.

He finally sighed.

Miles opened the door to the stairwell, gesturing inside as your eyes widened in shock before you actually smiled, hurrying inside quickly as you rambled on.

Miles followed after you, a seemingly annoyed expression on his face, but the dust of pink across his cheeks from your smile gave him away.

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