#god do i dare tag this where other people can see it

[fairlyang]

Thigh riding 🕷️

you are peer pressured to somehow help Miguel from the hell of a week he's had

w/c: 5.5K

pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut, no use of y/n, lil plot, angy Miguel, going in with no plan, pestering, lots of tension, giving in, making out, thigh riding, jerking him off, tasting each other, cum

notes: the beginning of this I reused for “prank” but that was an og idea I abandoned then did end up using 💀

Miguel had been stressed, annoyed, and overworked for the past week and a half. No one even dared to go into his office or bothered to start up a conversation if they saw him walk the hallways of HQ. Not even Jess.

But that didn't stop Gwen from plotting something, because "why not."

"He will literally kill anything that comes within a 100 feet radius of him-" Miles says making me scoff.

"1000." I mutter shaking my head.

"Okay but we need to help him out somehow-" Gwen starts to say and I widen my eyes.

"Gwen, he will literally kill someone on instant impact-"

"Don't exaggerate-" she starts to say and I cut her off grabbing the ends of my mask and take it off for dramatic effect.

"I saw a glimpse of both veins yesterday." I say and shiver in exaggerated horror. "From afar."

They both turn to look at me with widened eyes. "Neck and forehead?" Miles asks with his mouth agape.

I nod and scoff, "So if you want a death wish....."

"I just feel bad-" she says and sighs. "There must be some way we can distract or help him?"

"I mean I feel bad too, it's not a nice thing to see... but what can we do?" I say and sigh.

Helping him or even bothering up to talk to him would be like talking to a concrete wall. Impossible and won't do anything.

"Maybe take him to one of those rooms where you hit garbage with a bat." Miles says and shrugs.

"A rage room? You suggest we take our boss to a rage room?" I ask and laugh. "Then he'd just get offended we think he has anger issues."

"Think?" I hear a familiar British voice speak and look up seeing Hobie walk towards our table.

I snicker then bite my lip. I'll shut up, Miguel could appear out of thin air. "Tell Gwen that we shouldn't be messing with the devil reincarnate."

"She and Miles shouldn't. Hell I definitely shouldn't..... but....." he trails on as he sits next to me and I groan.

"Do not even-"

"Perfect so you know where I'm going with this. Have fun-"

"Absolutely fucking not-"

"But why-"

"I don't wanna die!!"

"No, you won't-"

"He doesn't even have spidey senses and he's somehow just gonna sense the air being different before I even walk in-"

"Calm down-"

"He's fucking built different Hobie I'd be a goner-"

"Calm the fuck down!"

"Do you want me dead?!?" I hiss and he chuckles shaking his head at me and sits across from me.

"What don't you get- listen... he might dislike the rest of us. A lot.. but you're different-"

"Don't say that-“

"It's true and you know it!" He exclaims laughing at my reaction and I bite my lip looking down. There's no way....

I sigh and take a deep breath. Oh god.

"How the fuck do I change his mood though? I can't be too chirpy or pester him. Both are things I'm an expert in but won't help- it'll make shit more fucked-" I whine and groan.

"You can figure it out. You of all people can figure something out...." Miles cuts in and I roll my eyes.

"Come on arañita-" he teases and i scoff. (little spider)

"Oh fuck off-"

"See you're the only one that is even worthy of a nickname by the devil." Hobie teases with a smirk and I scoff.

Fuck-

"I never-" I freeze, eye widened. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

All three turn to look at me and give me a look. I purse my lips and close my eyes. I’m the only one worthy of a nickname? Really? just me- Did it really have to be me? I mean he does tolerate me. My presence. On a regular basis.... barely...

Shit.

I sigh and look back at them. "FINE." I mutter and stand up.

Gwen lets out a sigh and Miles covers his mouth not wanting to laugh. I glare at him and he lets out a snicker. "Miles Morales-"

"My bad!!" He says and covers his mouth again.

"If you don't hear from me within the next two hours, I'm as good as dead. Hobie you can keep my dog." I say semi jokingly and he nods giving me a thumbs up.

I roll my eyes at him and turn to Gwen, "You owe me one."

She waves me off letting out a laugh and I sigh. "Good luck." Miles says and fake salutes me.

I walk away from the table and instantly hear them snickering. Couldn't even wait for me to be gone-

What did I get myself into?

I let out a deep breath as I walk out of the cafeteria. I'm done for.

I walk the halls of HQ and head over to Miguel's office. i couldn't help but think. I guess it was kind of true? I bugged him but he never got like really mad? It's like he almost didn't mind my company? He's never kicked me out... what did that mean though?

Now the thing about Miguel is he's a very sarcastic, sometimes cold, very angry man. I somehow ended up kind of befriending him by calling him out on shit early on when I was recruited and he hates when I do it but somewhat respects I have the guts to do it at all. I play around with him a lot and at first it bugged him, a lot but then he started doing it back and that's the dynamic we have going.

Now this didn't make me an exception from when he gets pissed like he is now. At least that's what I was thinking..... but after seeing and hearing what Hobie was saying, I was conflicted. But why wouldn't he get mad at me? Because I was barely able to befriend him? I wasn't even close to the level of friendship he has with Jess and even she hasn't dared to talk to him.... or even Peter's friendship with him, and he's been with him through his ups and downs. So it wouldn't make any sense...

I shake off my thoughts and take a deep breath standing outside his door. I peep through one of the windows and he's looking at his screens. So he definitely hasn't heard me... yet.

I open the door as quietly and slowly as I can only to be met with his frustrated grunts at the screens in front of him. I quietly close the door and lean against the wall. He's swiping along muttering swears in English and Spanish making my eyes go wide.

I'm fucking done for. I didn't even come in with a fucking shed of an idea of how to distract him or cheer his ass up. I'm done. Me va gritar, me va chingar, y ni me va hacer caso- (he's gonna scream at me, beat my ass and he's not even gonna pay attention to me-)

Then he turns around to look me right in the eye, making me jump, and snarls, "You're breathing loud arañita, que quieres?" (what do you want?)

"You have some balls to come in here." He mutters before quickly turning back and mumbles, "Chingdada madre-" (mother fucker)

I cover my mouth to hide my nervous laughter and shake my head. I'm fucking breathing loud??? I knew this would happen-

"Be nice Miguelito, I just came to... check up on you.." I say and walk up to him slowly. I felt a bubble of nervousness form in my stomach and my hands were getting sweaty under my suit. This was gonna be bad...

He turns back around to me pressing a button on his watch making his mask disappear, showing me his distressed face and scoffs. "Check up on me? Oh so now I need hawk eyes all over me at all times?"

I gulp and stop just a few feet away from his platform. What the fuck do I even say???

"Do I look like I need checking up on?!?" He says and slams a hand on the desk making papers fly off and a pen roll off to the floor.

My eyes shift from his eyes to the floor to his neck. Oh god the veins... It's only the one on his neck- I'll try to keep it that way...

"Well...." I trail on and take a step up to his platform but still not within range to touch him or vice versa.

He completely turns to look at me and places a hand on his hip with a look on his face. What was it? Curiosity? Annoyance? Anger? I couldn't tell.

"Listen..." I start and put my hands up in defense, "we were starting to get worried-"

"We?"

"Yes. We. A handful of us..." I say and take another step forward and now having to look up at him but still not within reach. Oh fuck.

"And I think you've been in here too long... necesitas relajarte o distraerte." I say softly and put my hands down slowly. (you need to relax or distract yourself)

"Quieres que me relaje? Distráeme?" He asked unamused with a cocked eyebrow. (you want me to relax? To distract myself)

I simply nod and hold my breath.

Fuck fuck fuck.

"And how do you propose I do that?" He asks raising an eyebrow at me and I bite my lip.

That's such a good question....

"hmm... well I actually didn't really have an idea....." I trail on, scratching the back of my neck and he scoffs.

"So you came in here-" he starts but I interrupt.

"Now listen-"

"No, you listen-"

"Miguel-"

"You came here-"

"Yes-"

"With no idea-"

"Well Gwen was getting worri-"

"Gwen-"

"Well me too I guess but-"

"Oh so you were too-"

"Cállate-" (shut up)

"Escúchame arañita-" (listen to me little spider)

"And it's not that I didn't have a plan-"

"Really because it sure sounds-"

"I just didn't think-"

"You never do-"

"Cabron-" (asshole/bitch)

"Latosa." He snarls and I scoff. (annoying ass)

"Mendigo-" I blurt out and cross my arms against my chest. Then it hits me. (asshole but more aggressive maybe bastard fits)

Fuck.

He walks towards me giving me a glare and I freeze. This is it. I've lived a decent life- I got to enjoy my spider powers for as long as I could, helped a ton of people. But this is it-

He steps in front of me and I bite my lip looking at his chest too fucking petrified to look him in the eye. I bring my arms down to my sides and widen my eyes. Oh god why did he have to be so fucking intimidating.

He unfortunately gets rid of my thoughts and takes care of my lack of eye contact by lifting my chin up with two fingers. I gulp and stare into his eyes.

Amusement. Shock.

Then I look down at his lips. A smirk?

Huh?

"Repeat what you said." He demands and I stifle a laugh.

He was enjoying this? Maybe all he needed was a little pestering? Shockingly enough- could he have missed me- nah.... that's a stretch.

I look directly into his eyes and cross my arms against my chest. "Men-di-go." I say slowly making sure to annunciate every syllable exaggeratedly. I purse my lips and widen my eyes slightly.

I'm playing with fire. No- worse- a fucking ticking time bomb.

He raises an eyebrow with a shocked expression and I have the urge to burst out laughing but I don't want to make this any worse. Then in a swift movement his hand is gripping my jaw and my breath hitches in my throat. He tilts his head and leans down so I can't look at anything besides his eyes.

Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't laugh.

He narrows his eyes down and I'm on the verge of breaking. I bite my lip, my heartbeat quickens, my cheeks grow red. His stare was intense. Neither of us looking away.

His grip was then softer, for a split second before he takes another step forward making me yelp as my lower back hit one of his desks.

His body towered over mine and his hands were then gripping the desk behind me, or on each side of my body so I had nowhere to go. I was trapped but it didn't feel intimidating. He didn't look like he was going to pounce. I let my hands stay on my sides and I couldn't move. I felt like I was frozen.

What the fuck was this?

My breathing was a bit unsteady and I couldn't do anything. Why'd I feel like I was in a trance?

My mind then took an unexpected turn from being nervous to intrigued. Excited. And I couldn't help but take a close notice of his features. His pretty crimson eyes. His high cheekbones. His thick eyebrows. His full lips. His big nose- we all know what they say about big noses-

No—

I then feel an oh so familiar feeling appear in my stomach and I gulp. Oh fuck.

My eyes slowly made their way down and really took in everything. I've never been so close to this man... ever... I was able to see everything-

His chiseled jawline that genuinely looked like it was sculpted by gods. Then I realized how much bigger and taller he was than me. He was huge. His broad shoulders. His toned chest. Muscular arms. Those biceps the size of my head. Which were all shown absolutely perfectly by his skintight suit. 

Well every inch of him was shown to perfection, accentuating every curve, line, inch of his practically Greek god physique.

I then thought of escaping, my thoughts were going some place they've never been towards him, my breathing was unsteady, but then I felt his hands moving down to my waist making me take a deep breath in. What the fuck??? Que está tramando??? (what is he plotting???)

Suddenly as if a light switched in my brain I realized what I had to offer to relax or distract him.... I felt my cheeks get hot and I shift a tiny bit. Was I really going to-

I slowly looked back up at his eyes and he was already staring at me. He leans down a tiny bit, I could feel him breathing on my nose... I bite my lip and try to calm myself down. There's no way he's thinking the same I am.... Right?

His eyes had darkened and they looked glossy. The look in his eye- it was impossible to miss... oh my god-

I breathe out and slowly move my hand from my sides to go up to his chest. I prayed I wasn't reading shit incorrectly and leave my hands there gently. He didn't stop me. He didn't even flinch. Oh wow....

I didn't know where to go from here- I noticed his heartbeat going all over the place as well. Was he just as nervous as me? Just as excited?

Maybe he's had pent up arousal?

But do I help him?

He leans down a tiny bit more and our lips are now millimeters apart. His grip on my waist was firm and his body was against mine. I could now see the lust in his eyes and I have a feeling he sees it in mine. I was appalled. We've never, ever done anything like this. It didn't exactly feel wrong but it was odd? Different. Confusing. But felt right?

I slowly reach up to wrap my arms behind his neck and look into his eyes then down at his lips. They were right there.

He then clears his throat and I look back up into his eyes. "Creo que ya se como me puedo distraer." He whispers softly, his breath lightly hitting my lips, and I feel myself almost melt. (I think I know how I can distract myself)

So he was thinking the same as me.....

I nod in agreement, not trusting myself to speak and he takes that as his green light. I close my eyes and I feel the softness of his lips on mine. Instant sparks running through my body as I slowly kiss him back. I didn't think I would feel this way- hell I didn't think I'd ever kiss Miguel of all people... but it felt so good and natural...

I felt the flush of my cheeks grow warmer as I felt one of his hands going down to my hips and the other softly wrapped around my neck, and deepening the kiss at the same time.

I move my hands up to play with the ends of his curls and lightly tug on them making him let out a moan. I then slide my tongue into his mouth exploring every crevice as I feel his hands snake down and grope my ass, making a combination of a moan and groan leave my throat.

I feel him smirk before shoving his tongue in my mouth and I melt into his arms. He grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me onto the desk and stands in between my legs. I wrap them around his waist and bring him closer to me which makes him change the pace of the kiss, more passion, hunger, neediness.

I moan into his mouth and he pulls away making me whimper but his lips went down leaving wet kisses on my jaw, then moving down to my neck. I tilt my head to the side giving him more room as he licks a spot then sucking on it roughly making me gasp and grip onto his hair.

He groans against my skin and I feel my eyes fluttering as I feel heat go deep into my core. I was breathing heavily and the way I felt his hand go down to squeeze my thigh, definitely wasn't helping. His other hand was playing with my long hair as he left more love bites on my neck. By this time I felt like my neck was invaded with red marks, he would suck then lick it softly to ease the slight pain and repeat.

His hands were suddenly rougher on me, his hand on my thighs now nearing my inner thigh, trailing up and down, teasing me. He was now tugging on my hair making me head go back and he kissed up my throat sending shivers all throughout my body.

He pecks my lips softly then bites my bottom lip lightly. I cup his cheek and he suddenly picks me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist as he sits us down on the chair he has in his office.

I was sitting on his lap so I leaned down to kiss his neck making my way to his ear and nibble on it. I felt his breathing get harder and a groan leave his lips. I grind myself slowly onto him, I almost stopped when I felt him- he was so fucking hard...

I positioned myself properly and moved to grind directly on his bulge as I went down to kiss down his neck wanting to leave some marks on him. I found a spot and sucked on it harshly before licking it and moving my head towards his throat and kiss up it. I felt a groan against my mouth and I couldn't help but moan.

Why was that so hot?

I felt my wetness moving around between my thighs, I was possibly leaking through my suit- how the hell would that even be possible?

"Así- mm así mami-" he moans out and I move my hips a bit faster. I felt my eyes flutter and I felt like I could pass out already but I knew I had to stay in the moment. (Just like that)

I felt his hands grip on my hips helping me grind against him while my hands were behind his neck trying to steady myself. I moaned against his throat and I felt his hips buck up making his bulge directly rub against my clit. Fuck. "S-shit-" I murmur and feel my eyes closing.

"Would you get mad if I ripped your suit open?" He suddenly asks and I stop. I widen my eyes and I just look at him.

"A-Are you insane-"

"I could have Lyla make you a new one right now-"

"Don't call her now!!"

"I'm just saying-"

I then close my mouth and shake my head slowly. He motions for me to stand up and I get off his lap and stand in front of him with furrowed brows. He gets on his knees then in just a few seconds his hands go to my thighs as he rips the fabric of my suit, between my legs to be more specific. Now I just had a big hole between my thighs. "You owe me a new and improved suit by tomorrow." I mutter and he just chuckled and grabbed the back of my thighs.

He left small kisses on my inner thigh and I felt my legs shake. God how did he have this much of an affect on me-

I then suddenly feel cold and I look down and gasp at the sight. He used his fangs to rip my panties.

My mouth was wide open as he looks up at me with a smirk, my little blue thong between his fingertips. "Oh you sick f-" I start but then he spreads my legs apart and blows a small puff of air against my slit making me quiver.

I whine and he laughs. "Que decías nena?" He teases making me try to squeeze my thighs but he had a strong grip on them. That petname- (what were you saying baby girl?)

From his lips- madre mía- (oh my god-)

"S-sick fuck." I mutter and he smirks.

"Now I still want you riding my thigh... but I need to taste you." He growls and as soon as he finishes his sentence he licks a long strip on my already soaked pussy.

I moan and indistinctly move my hands down to his hair. He licks it softly at first until he went up to my swollen clit and kissed it, licked it then sucked on it harshly like a man that hasn't had dinner for weeks. He definitely was a starved man.

"M-Mig-" I moan out and buck my hips towards his face. He groans against my pussy and his hands grip the back of my thighs harder.

I move my hips back and forth and he continues eating out my pussy. His hands moved to smack my ass for a second and then up to my hips helping me grind against his mouth. "So good Miguel-" I murmur breathless.

He pulls away making me whimper until he brings a finger up to rub my swollen nub and I let out a moan. "Estas más deliciosa de lo que me imaginé arañita." He purrs looking right into my eyes. (you're more delicious than what I had imagined)

I whimper and close my eyes. This is really happening.... Miguel O'Hara is between my legs- I just felt his tongue on my pussy... he is on his fucking knees looking up at me- All it took to distract him was some pussy?

I come back to reality when I no longer feel his touch. I open my eyes to see he's stood back up. I look up at him as he back up to sit back up on the chair. Oh....

With one finger he motions for me to sit on his lap and I don't hesitate to walk back to him and place myself on his lap again. He shifts in the chair to have his left thigh directly on most of the chair then grabs my hips and make me lift one leg over his.

He brings my hips down my pussy now making contact with his suit. I gasp at the new texture and put my hands against his shoulders slowly moving. "Good girl." He purrs and his hands on my hips helping me move making it easier for me.

"I- but y-your suit-" I stammer and try to stop but his hands make me continue moving.

"It's fine." He whispers and presses on his watch and I watch as the lower half of his body is soon exposed as the pixels of his suit disintegrate.

My pussy was now directly on his toned thigh and it felt so good. My eyes begin fluttering again as I move my hips rubbing myself against his now soaked thigh. I then open them again and instantly take notice he's completely bare.

My breath hitched at my throat when I looked at his thick cock that was already throbbing and leaking with precum. I widen my eyes and gulp. There was no fucking way he'd fit... as if he read my mind he chuckles and lifts my chin up to look at him then holds my hands. "We don't have to go all the way- if anything I think seeing you cum will do it for me." He says and I feel my cheeks grow warm.

I subconsciously squeeze my thighs together and he groans. I bite my lip and roll my hips back and forth again, my hands going back to his shoulders to steady myself. He lets out a deep breath and his hands go back to my hips. "Look at you fucking dripping on me pretty girl." He purrs making me blush.

I look down at his cock and bring a hand down to gently grab it then spit on it. I start stroking him with my saliva dripping down a vein and I feel myself getting wetter. He groans, his grip on my hips now tighter as I grind myself faster on him. "M-Miguel-"

"You're doing so good arañita." He murmurs as I stroke him faster letting out moans of my name.

I whimper and feel my thighs starting to hurt but I was also slowly feeling my orgasm coming in. "Asi nena- se siente tan rico-" he praises breathlessly. (Just like that baby girl- it feels so good-)

He lays his head back and I let out bundles of moans and whines on top of him. He bucks his thigh up making me whimper in pure pleasure. My eyes were glossy, my body was growing tired but I was so close and he was too I could tell by the way his cock was twitching in my hand. I lean forward closer to him to have somewhat easier access to jerking him off.

One of his hands lets go of my hip and cups my cheek as he leans in to kiss me roughly. It was the sloppiest kiss I've ever endured in my life but I didn't mind and I kissed him back with just as much of his neediness. He moved his thigh up and down making my tremble and moan against his lips. "No pares-" he mumbles against my lips and I slide my tongue in his mouth stroking him even faster. (Don't stop-)

I feel him groan in my mouth and I melt into his shoulder almost giving out. Both his hands were back on my hips pushing them back and forth as he saw I was slowing down a bit. How kind.

I pull away and l lean my forehead against his, breathing heavily, legs trembling. My orgasm quickly took over making me shake more and let out shaky moans. I stop moving trying to calm my rapid heartbeat as I felt Miguel's grip dropped from my hips and to hold my other hand. Our fingers intertwined and my hand still didn't stop but that's when I looked down at his cock in my hands and realized he was cumming so I slowed down, letting him ride his high.

He let out so many grunts and moans bucking his hips into my hand. His streaks of cum shot up to my hands, his stomach, and my thighs. I chuckle looking down at the mess he made and bite my lip.

It's only fair I get to taste him too.

I bring my hand up to my mouth and lick off his cum that landed on my hand. I hear him gasp when I swallowed and I look up at him with a smirk. "I needed to taste you too." I say and bite my lip.

He snickers and shakes his head. I then notice the slight tug of a smile forming. Jesus.

Oh god- why the fuck did that give me butterflies.... Why did he look so good.

I looked at him, eyes hazed, hair pulled back, he was sweaty but he looked fine. So fucking good.

I can't believe we did that- us.

He was still holding my hand and I feel myself blush. Fuck- well now what?

I let out a sigh and try to stand up but instantly felt the pain in my thighs. "Fuck-" I groan and sit back down on him.

"Come here I got you." He says softly and moves my left leg over.

I lay my head against his shoulder and I feel him slowly lifting me up. I wrap my arms behind his neck and nuzzle between his chest. I felt fucking exhausted. "You did so good arañita." He whispers and I fight back a smile.

He walked up off deeper into his office, probably taking us to his room considering he completely fucked up my suit and my whole pussy was on display. I pull away and point at him. "New suit-"

"Yeah yeah yeah- para mañana. I got it." He retorts and I laugh. (For tomorrow)

He placed me down on his bed and I yawn. My body felt so sore and I look down at my thighs. Still had his cum on me... I bite my lip and shake my head in disbelief. How did this happen?

He walked over to his dresser and grabbed a shirt and some sweats. I scoff and shake my head. "Those won't fit."

He rolls his eyes at me and throws them at me, I catch them before they can whack me in the face. "Rude." I mutter and start talking off the remains of my suit.

I grab the ends from my neck and pull it down my body. Thank god I decided to wear a bra today.

"Where the fuck is my-?" I start to say then look up at him mouth agape.

I look at his hand and sure enough there it is. My thong. "Give it-"

"Ask nicely."

"I literally just helped distract you from your shitty ass week- dámelo!!!" I demand and stand up somehow gaining the strength to walk over to him. (give it to me!!!)

His eyes gaze down at my bra and I roll my eyes. "Want the matching bra?" I tease and he smirks.

"Well it is only fair I get bo-"

"Estas loco- now give it!!!" I whine and reach for it but unfortunately he was faster than me and lifts it high above my head. (You're crazy-)

Why did he have to be built like a giant at desperate times like this....

"I have an idea-" he starts but I interrupt.

"Dámelo latoso." I say sternly and he scrunches his nose. (Give it to me annoying fuck)

"You're not convincing me very well..." he trails on and I shake my head.

"Fine." I say walking back to his bed and putting on the clothes he gave me.

I slip on the big sweatpants and groan. I pull on the drawstrings to the tightest it can go and tie it. "It looks like I have no ass-" I whine and roll my eyes.

I quickly slip on the shirt and take off my bra. I slip the straps off my arms through the arm holes and then take the bra off from under. I throw it at him and with ease he caught it.

"Maybe this'll be how we can calm your ass down...." I say and give him a wink before walking out of his room.

"You're the perfect distraction arañita." He calls out and I bite my lip.

I take a few steps and I was back in his office before I quickly ran out. I open the door, slip out then close it. I lean against the door and can't help the smile the appeared on my face. Wow.

[getmeoutofhell]

Clowns in the Slasher House

warnings: clowns, body parts & cussing!

a/n: i’ve been wanting to do this so i hope you enjoy this! leave comments and request.

they all have their own separate rooms and floor in house.

you guessed it, they live in the basement. the basement has to be cleaned every damn friday, because if not, it’s gonna smell like ass and dodo.

now, let’s talk about who’s in the slasher house that’s a clown:

art the clown

penny

pennywise

the little girl

art & the little girl are the messiest out of all of them, and i stand by that. i mean, penny is very, very questionable, but art is more questionable.

sometimes they all play hide and seek, and invite you the play as well. penny is the best at it, since he can literally disappear if he so chooses to. but you had to tell him not to because that’s cheating.

pennywise is usually gone so he doesn’t join often with you guys. but when he does, he’s not the best at the game, but definitely not the worst.

art sometimes uses his hands to cover his face, pretending that he’s hiding. you think it’s funny and adorable, and you sometimes play along with it, pretending you can’t see him.

“oh dangit, i have no idea where art could be. i guess i’ll go look upstairs.” you see him giggle like a school girl before going up stairs.

the little girl likes you, and she’s more comfortable around you & art than anyone else in the house. she likes to tug on your pants leg if she wants something. you still haven’t thought of a name for her yet, but you’re working on it.

another thing about art is that you have to remind him to take his dirty ass clown shoes off when he enters the house. they’re covered with mud and other shit (literally) so it’s a constant thing you have to do to protect the rugs and carpet in the house.

you don’t have to worry about the other adult clowns and their shoes because they can make the dirt disappear in a blink of an eye.

art & the little girl make a lot of weird gifts and passes them to everyone. sometimes it’s a dead persons liver, sometimes it’s someone’s big toe that art collected. you’ll never know what you may get with him.

weekly showers. i don’t care how much art fusses his stanky ass is getting in that damn shower. every time you make art get in the shower, the other clowns laugh at him. arts reaction is to just flip them off, so that’s entertaining to watch.

penny likes to scare the others all the time. you can never get used to it because it’s always something different with him all the time. pennywise sometimes joins in on pennys little pranks but often penny does it to pennywise.

water gun fights!! especially since it’s hot out, it’s the perfect time to have some fun outside in the sun. just don’t forget the sun screen. i don’t know if the clowns would wear swim trunks but maybe you can convince them.

how can i forget the board game nights!! well art…he doesn’t like the board games much. but when he does play, he cheats. well, try’s to at least.

let’s say you’re playing uno and you’re sitting by art. you see out the corner of your eye art peek over next to you at your cards. “art don’t you dare.” he smiles before looking away.

the little girl is smarter than most people realize. she knows a lot, and does a lot. she knows when you’re depressed and sometimes will sit next to you as a type of comfort.

they like to play tag and run around the house every damn where and tear up shit.

*glass shatters* “oh my god what broke now?” you say annoyed.

should i do a part 2?

[danveration]

Could you do a Cooper Howard x reader angst? Something with the reader getting injured or dying and/ or becoming a ghoul?

You and your stories are amazing btw❤️!!!

Thank you!

Parings: Cooper Howard x reader

Summary: You get shot and Cooper comes to your aid.

Word count: 1344

Warnings: Guns, blood, shooting, reader getting shot in the thigh, Cooper being a softy

A/N: sorry if you meant post-nuclear bomb. (if you wanted cooper howard like.. normal human & stuff) ALSO I JUST REALIZED THIS ISN'T VERY ANGSTY 😭😭 FFS. I hope you like it either way :))

It was a hectic situation. There were at least ten people pointing guns directly at you from all around. This was not how you expected your day to go. You didn’t even do anything remotely wrong. Just stumbled into the wrong place at the wrong time. Which was pretty common around here.

You were by yourself right now, which was another downfall. You didn’t have the capabilities yet to kill a bunch of people on your own. Maybe if you sweet talked them..? You doubt that would work. If only Cooper were here. He would have them all dead in a blink of an eye. Especially because they were threatening you. He seemed to have a soft spot for you for whatever reason. You felt the same way towards him. Even though people would look at you like you’re insane, you don’t care. You can see something in him that nobody else can. He always had a bit of a protective nature towards you the moment you two met. You thought he would’ve killed you, but he just laughed at how scared you looked and ensured that he doesn’t kill without a motive. And in his words “won’t dare harm a pretty thing like you.”

He is currently god knows where. You were tagging along with him but he went to go get more vials. He said he knows a spot where he can snag a couple. That was about two hours ago. It would be great if he just miraculously appeared right now.

“L-listen. I don’t want any trouble, okay? I’m just passing through.” You say, trying to sound brave but the whimper in your voice made itself known.

“Yeah, passing through OUR territory.” One of the men said, with a raspy tone.

“I didn’t know! I’ll go. Right now.” You say quickly, starting to move forward.

“Uh-uh!” One of them yelled.

You hear all their guns go off safely and you stop dead in your tracks. The panic and fear you feel makes your skin develop goosebumps.

“We can’t let you go, can we? What kind of example would we be settin’ if we did?” One of them spoke.

“Oh, just walk right into our territory, It’s all good!! It wouldn't be our territory if we did that, would it?” One of them say in a mocking tone.

“P-please. I just-“ You begin to say.

“Now what on hells creation is goin’ on here?” You hear no other than Cooper’s voice in the other direction.

You subconsciously release a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

All the people snap their heads to the ghouls voice. Some of them look scared, but some of them look angry that their fun got spoiled.

“Well? Gonna keep gawking or is somebody going to tell me what the fucks goin’ on here?” He says.

“W-well we caught this one roaming on our territory.” One of the people spoke up.

“And?” Cooper questions them, as if daring them to say what they were going to do to you.

They’re all silent. Except for one. He must be new here or something because he speaks up in an angry tone, “and were gonna kill them.” He says, pointing the gun at you. He looks around at all his other gang members, and how they’re not pointing the gun at you anymore.

He raised a brow, “what’s the big idea? Why’s nobody else-“

BANG

Cooper shoots the man in the arm, not letting him finish his sentence.

Everything went slow from there. You see Cooper giving the man cold eyes, and then from your vision, you see the man look down at his arm, then you see him, with his other hand, grab his gun and quickly shoot you in your thigh before Cooper sends another bullet straight through his head, leaving him instantly falling to the ground.

You hiss out in pain and look down, seeing red liquid gush out and stain your pants.

Cooper whips his head towards you.

“Fuckin’-“ He mumbles as he rushes over, getting on his knees in front of you.

Everyone around immediately makes a quick exit, not wanting to suffer the same fate as the other guy.

Cooper would’ve killed them all for that, if it wasn’t for him not wanting to take his eyes or attention off of you. He feels scared, worried, mad, and mostly desperate. Desperate to stop the bleeding, desperate to go back in time and never leave you alone in the first place. He would laugh at himself for feeling these feelings any other time, just not now. Now he has to focus all his attention on you.

“Is it bad?” You mumble out to him, not wanting to fully look at it.

Cooper thankfully notices how it isn’t in a vital place. The bullet went right through, so he doesn’t have to worry about digging it out or it causing complications.

“Well you got shot, sweetheart. It’s bad but it isn’t deadly. You’ll be alright.” He says, trying to ease the worry off of you.

He’s got to get you to a safe spot so he can properly treat the wound. Luckily he has lots of experience with these kinds of situations.

He stands up and leans down, putting his arm behind your knees, lifting you up and carrying you bridal style.

Your eyes go wide and you gasp in shock, but don’t complain. You don’t think you can walk anyhow.

Your cheeks flush and you feel a swell in your heart from his actions. He walks in silence, his brain wracking at how he shouldn’t have left you alone, and how he swears to make sure this won’t happen again. You’re in his arms, hurting, but for some reason you swear it hurts a little less because he’s close to you.

“This won’t never happen again, I swear it. You better be more cautious around these parts though, darlin’. Especially with me not around. People don’t give no mercy.” He says to you.

A little while later, you’re sitting on a mattress in an abandoned building. Your pants are pulled down a bit on one side, so he has access to the wounded leg. Cooper carefully cleaning and wrapping up your wound with a concentrated face. You stare at him and how his eyes look, how his forehead is frowned down in focus, and how his hands are handling you carefully, as if they aren’t used on a daily basis for killing and violence.

“You’re lucky it’s in this spot. A little to the left or right, and you might’ve not been able to use this leg again. Would’ve had to get you those robot leg attachments.” He says, laughing at the end of his sentence.

“You mean the ones that practically rip your leg to shreds? No thanks.” You say, laughing.

You look at him softly as he’s smiling gently, while finishing up wrapping your leg.

“Now would you look at that? All better.” He says, gesturing to your skillfully wrapped leg.

“Thank you, Coop.” You say. “I’m really lucky you came in time.”

“Well, I’d argue I was a tad bit late, but of course, darlin’. I’m glad I got there before things could’ve gotten worse.” He says back to you, adjusting his hat on his head.

He cares about you. It realized that right when he heard that gun shot go in your direction. His heart sank to his stomach immediately, thinking the worse. He’s going to make sure to keep a tight leash on you from now on out. Not in a bad way, just in a way that he’s able to be there if anything happens.

“Thank you, Cooper.” You say softly out of nowhere, looking at him with a bit of blush on your cheeks.

He nods his head in your direction. “You’re quite welcome, sweetheart. Now why don’t you be a doll and rest up. I might’ve wrapped it all neat n’ all, but you’ll still need to let it heal. We can take a couple hours break here."

[lightsoutletsgo]

gotta go my own way — ln.4

pairing: lando norris x reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: angst to absolute crack and stupidity that makes no sense

request: Hi, can you do an angsty fic inspired by “I gotta go my own way” from HSM2. If can either be Charles or Lando or Charlando and they fuck up or something and reader leaves them? Maybe hurt/no comfort? It’s okay if you don’t want to

I fully thank @norrizzandpia for the hot mess that is the end of this fic. we couldn't stop cry laughing once we pictured the rest of the grid watching them sing the song and thus the end of the fic was born. (also credits to them bc I stole some of the dialogue lines they sent to my dm's!) happy reading! mimi 🤍 (I'm so so sorry if this isn't the request fill you were hoping for 😭)

taglist (all works): @arieslost - babe I'm so sorry I'm tagging you in this mess

“Y/N wait!!” You heard Lando call your name from the opposite side of the hotel courtyard and you turned to see him sprinting after you. You stopped and rested your suitcase next to you as he reached you, “Where are you going? Baby we can talk about this!” His hand reached for your arm and you stepped back with a sigh, “Lando… Listen…” He looked at you, pleading as he searched your face, “I guess I just need to say it straight right?” Your heart clenched, god knows this wasn’t easy, “Something about us just… doesn’t seem right these days…” You tried to speak as gently as possible, wanting Lando to understand you weren’t mad at him. “Neither one of us can help it, I know that, but it feels like whatever we try and do somehow the plan is always rearranged…” You trailed off, stepping back towards him and taking his hand gently. You didn’t look up at him, instead choosing to look at where his hand was now gently squeezing yours, his thumb rubbing back and forth in a soothing motion. Whether it was to soothe you or himself you weren’t sure but you took a deep breath to calm yourself. 

He didn’t say a thing, just gave you the space to continue talking, “I knew what I signed up for when I started dating you and if I went back and did it all over again I wouldn’t change my mind. I guess I just didn’t expect that it would affect my life so much? My job, my friends, my family?” Your eyes flitted up to his and you noticed how there were tears now pricking the corner of his eyes. “So what are you saying?” Your bottom lip trembled as you shrugged apologetically, “I’ve got to move on and be who I am…” It was so silent that you hardly dared to breathe. “Lando I’ve tried, I really really have but… Losing my privacy? Losing my time with the other people I love? Sacrificing my job? I just-” Lando scoffed and took his hand away from you “But what about us? What about everything we’ve been through?” “Well what about trust and everything that I’ve given up for you?!” You couldn’t help the way you raised your voice, Lando flinched at your words, seeming to realise how blind he’d been about your struggles, 

“You know I never wanted to hurt you…” You nodded and almost shrunk in on yourself, “I know…” Lando approached you slowly, not wanting to make you feel pressured or smothered, “I just need to know… Do you not love me anymore?” You let out a forced laugh as your eyes welled up with tears, “Do I not love you anymore? Lando I still love you so much that it’s killing me to do this but I know I have to-” “Why? If you still love me then why?!” “Because if I don’t leave you now then I’ll continue to give up everything else for you because I love you that damn much but maybe for a while I need to love myself!” You ranted, panting when you finished. 

He inhaled sharply and you couldn’t help but let the tears fall as you spoke quietly, “I’m sorry- “Don’t apologise. You have nothing to be sorry for.” His voice was firm,  “I have to go, my flight is in a couple of hours.” “I’ll miss you.” His voice was even softer, barely audible even though you were so close to him. “Who knows… maybe we’ll find our place in the world someday?” Lando gave a weak smile, “Yeah, maybe we will… Can I hug you? Just once more and then I swear, I’ll let you leave.” You nodded, unable to speak as you started crying harder.

Lando pulled you into his arms, as he too felt the tears start to fall, “I know you need to do this but it still really fucking hurts…” “I know Lando,” You pulled back to gently cup his face, “I gotta go my own way…” You smiled with a shrug. He pulled you closer to him and gently pressed a kiss to your forehead, your eyes closing as you inhaled deeply. “I’ll see you round?” “Yeah,” You grabbed the handle of your suitcase and started to walk towards the door, “I’ll see you around.” ✩ ♬ ₊.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊�� ✩ ♬ ₊.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩ ♬ ₊.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Alex sat on the balcony of his hotel room that overlooked the courtyard, enjoying the cool night air. The door opened and out stumbled Oscar and Logan, their eyes glassy from the alcohol they’d been drinking at the afterparty. Alex chuckled, “Steady on guys.” Logan gave him a hazy half-lidded smile, “I’m okay!” Alex snorted, “Sure you are.” He turned his attention back to his laptop where his movie was paused. “Oh look! There’s Lando and Y/N!” Alex followed where Oscar was pointing to see you dragging your suitcase and Lando running after you. “Oooo I missed them! Should I call them over? HEY LA- MMPH!” Logan’s shout was muffled by Alex darting to cover his mouth, “I think they’re fighting?” Oscar looked sad as Logan tapped Alex’s arm to release him, “Surely not? They’re the perfect couple?” Alex leaned over the balcony, thankful that it was quiet enough that they could hear some of the conversation.

“What’s up guys?” The door on the balcony of the room next door slid open and out stepped George and Charles, “Lando and Y/N are fighting?” “Lando and Y/N? There’s no way! They’ll work it out.” Charles said confidently shrugging. Oscar’s brows furrowed suddenly, “Are you guys hearing that music too?” George frowned and craned his ears, “Why does that sound like High School Musical?” “Alex, is your film playing?” Logan asked innocently, “You were watching High School Musical?” Oscar snickered, “NO!” “I don’t know if I should be more concerned that we’re hearing music coming from nowhere or that George knew what it was straight away…” George scoffed at Charles, “Excuse me but the second movie has the best songs.” 

“Is no one else concerned that it’s coming from where Lando and Y/N are?” Oscar pointed out. “Oh God they’re singing.” Alex’s jaw dropped open, “Shut up they’re not?” “I promise you they are.” George and Charles paused for a moment to look at each other before scrambling out of George’s room and down the hallway to Alex’s. They burst into the room and pushed their way onto the balcony, squishing in between Oscar and Alex to lean over the railing. Charles slapped a hand over his mouth as he heard Lando sing the next line very loudly and out of tune, “Are they high?” George pondered out loud, “What exactly is going on?” “Well it can’t be a fight, there’s no way that’s a fight.” Logan spoke matter of factly, “Do you think they’re aware of what they’re doing?” Their expressions varied as you warbled out a somewhat high note, 

“More than that, do you think they know we can hear them?” Logan’s hand came up to cover his ear, “Should we stop them?” Charles asked, “Nope!” “Absolutely not.” George and Alex spoke across each other as Oscar’s phone appeared out of nowhere in his hand and he held it up to start filming. “Are they okay?” Nobody answered Logan, instead just watching you and Lando, until they heard a cough from above them. Leaning back against the balcony and tipping their heads to look up they saw Carlos looking down at them, “That, my friends, is debatable. But it is entertaining, no?” Everyone’s attention turned back to the two of you as the song came to an end and you walked away from Lando, “Oh my god guys, I think that was actually them breaking up.” Logan stated as everyone stood there in shock. Nobody spoke for a moment until Carlos’ voice filtered down from the balcony above, “Also I’ve been out here the entire time and would like to let you know that Alex was actually watching Camp Rock.” 

[pillow-anime-talk]

Hi, congrats on reaching 4000 Followers.💐. May I request Prompt 50 + Qin Shi Huang (RoR) and a shy reader with she/her prns, please?

# tags: scenario; current relationship; romance; smut; ragnarok time; shy!reader; nsfw

warnings: mention of sexual acitivities, semi-public sex, oral sex (male receives), sloppy, praise kink, pet names (i quess)

includes: female reader ft. qin shi huang {ror}

author’s note: thank you so much, anonnie! hope u enjoy it!

50. “S-Stop. Someone is looking at us.”

There is just over half an hour left until the fight between the Great Emperor of China and the King of the Underworld. While Hades was still in his realm and eating his favorite meal to ease the mounting pressure caused by the death of his brother and the words of other gods, Qin Shi Huang smiled and tangled his all fingers in the soft hair of a precious smiling woman who sucked his massive cock with the greatest grace and commitment, glancing up from time to time.

You were in one of the public bathrooms on the eighth floor of a huge building where fierce fights between people and gods of different religions took place; the time has also come for another – seventh in a row – battle, but you didn’t want to let your lover go to the duel without prior preparation and words of support.

“…Y/N, I’ll be late.” He said in a half whisper, half groan, then tightened his fingers on your soft hair one more time; now and again he touched your sweaty neck, cheeks, chin or collarbones, but most of all he focused on your sweet blushes, joyful eyes full of light and mischief and a smile that was hidden most of the time by a wet and swollen cock. “My beloved Queen…”

“Zheng, I’m sure I can handle it. Don’t worry.” You said with another smirk, more visible this time, and then closed your both eyes kissing the tip of his dick.

You had a special bond with the First Emperor of Qin; for over hundreds of years you were bound not only by crazy friendship and drinking alcohol in the nooks and crannies of the huge palace, but above all you were his secret mistress who awakened in him all the pleasures of the body and mind too. You were longtime lovers who, even after death, met in quiet places, avoiding curious glances and dangerous questions.

You sucked harder on the wet manhood, squeezing the swollen balls. With the greatest pleasure you bruised your knees, almost crying with delight at the sight of a powerful man who seemed so fragile and defenseless in your small hands.

“Good boy, I love doing this. Of course with you, my one and only King.” You whispered, moving away from the cock, then bit the dark-haired man on the patch of skin in the middle of his right thigh. Your left hand was still massaging testicles, and your right hand was clenching the fabric of his white pants that fell to the knees. The robe made of the highest quality material and fabrics gently touched your body from time to time, and you only sighed at the sweetness filling your mouth.

You were about to get up to kiss your beloved who won a long time ago your whole heart and mind on the lips, and also complete your little act of love in the traditional way, but your plans were thwarted by voices coming from behind the door to toilet. With a smile, you put his hard cock in your mouth again, and the man only frowned. The little thrill was something extremely exciting and interesting for you.

“S-Stop. Someone is looking at us.” He whispered in your direction, almost choking on the saliva in his own mouth, and you shrugged slightly, giggling and causing another dose of pleasure to the young-looking Emperor’s body. “Y/N, they see our clothes on the floor and your bare legs…”

“It’s okay, Zheng. No one would dare to interrupt us, would they? My Emperor…?” You smiled again, then sucked even harder on the tip of the precum-wet cock, almost moaning from the taste and warmth that filled your throat every few seconds.

[shinestarhwaa]

INFERNO || PARK SEONGHWA

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Seonghwa x Fem reader

Word Count: 1.88K

Tags/Warnings: Singles Inferno AU/Dating show AU, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Blowjob, Facefucking, Dirty talk, Praise&Degradation, Dom!Seonghwa, Breeding kink, Sooo much kissing like they literally don't stop

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630

For context: in Singles Inferno there are 2 places Inferno ("hell") and paradise. If you and another person both vote each other you can be a match and you get a night in paradise (a luxury hotel) where you are allowed to get to know each other. I really recommend watching the show on Netflix! I've been enjoying it so far :)

ENJOY!

It was exciting, this new flame. You had participated in a new season of a dating show on Netflix and in the finale you and another male contestant happened to choose each other as the person they wanted to date.

Seonghwa had been like no other. His style and persona were so unique, radiant and intriguing. His eyes big and round like boba pearls, defined nose and plush-looking lips, lucious hair and abs sculpted by the finest artists.

He was tender and kind, even a bit silly if you got closer to him. You came in late so your mindset was a bit negative as you figured most of the contestants must have found their match already. But Seonghwa was different.

Ever since you got on the island he has been nothing but caring to you, making sure you felt included and even offering a hand or arm when you were walking over the rocks down at the beach. You had no idea that Seonghwa was so glad to see your arrival. None of the others had truly matched his taste but you, he found you exquisite. How could it be inferno when there was an angel right beside him?

Now the show was over you could finally meet alone, without any camera's which was a relief, but also scary. You didn't have the most pleasant experiences with men so you were a bit damaged in that sense, fearing that Seonghwa wasn't a good guy after all.

Seonghwa proved you differently, taking you out for dinner and being an amazing listener as well as sharing stories about himself. He paid, checked in on your wellbeing and kissed your cheek as he dropped you off back home. He was the perfect, sweet boy, a true blessing.

But he was too perfect. He looked too fine and he had the audacity not to kiss you on the lips. He had the audacity not to push you against the wall and make out with you. He had the audacity of not taking off your clothes and licking your hot skin and make you shiver. How dare he not make your toes curl?

You were aware that some people have a slower pace but you have known each other for weeks now and you've dropped all the hints. After the 4th date you screamed in your pillow out of sexual frustration. Could anyone blame you though? He's literally sex on legs for God's sake.

Today you had your fifth date with him and the trees slowly turned red and brown, leaves falling down onto the wet pavement. You started to miss the summer as it was so gloomy and the summer reminded you of the happiness that Seonghwa brought into your life.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked with a smile. You hesitated. You could make something up right now and shrug it off, or you could be straightforward and honest. You decided on the last one.

"Seonghwa why won't you kiss me?" You asked as you stood still in front of your doorstep. He was taken aback to say the least, surprised at your words. "What...You... You want me to kiss you?"

You stared at him blankly. 'You want me to kiss you?' Who did this man think he was? The hell was he on? Yes you do!

"Well isn't that obvious?" You grinned. Seonghwa smiled and nodded. "I... I thought I saw some signs but I promised myself I wouldn't rush into anything. I didn't wanna waste my chance on you and I... I enjoyed getting to know you."

"You're too sweet, God, I really... I really appreciate that... Because not many men think like that," you said with a smile as you caressed his arm, "but I am still a woman. With needs. A woman who wants her man to throw her on the bed and ravish her. A woman who needs to have her man's tongue between her legs."

"Her man?" Seonghwa said with a smile. You laughed and smacked his chest. "That's all you got from that story?!"

"No, no, I did not but I... I like the sound of that... Being your man. Are we a thing then?" "You mean like boyfriend/girlfriend? I think we are," you nodded. He smiled and caressed your cheek softly before leaning in. "Well if you're my girlfriend...," he started, but you did not let him finish as you crashed your lips together.

You stumbled through the hall, clumsily taking your shoes and coats off, barely being able to hang those on the coatrack. His kisses were intense and made you weak at the knees. The way his hands slid over your body ignited a fire inside your core you didn't know you had. You took his hands and tried to get up the stairs and kiss at the same time but you didn't make it and you sat down on one of the steps. That's where your sweaterdress was taken from your body, leaving you in your underwear in front of your new boyfriend.

He grunted as he left little kisses, nibbles and bites down your neck and soft flesh of your chest. Seonghwa pulled down your underwear and spread your legs, admiring the wetness that he created.

"Fuck, precious," he muttered against your lips as his fingers slid between your folds, smearing out the slick arousal. Even the tips of his fingers on your sex nearly sent you to heaven. Nothing else mattered in the moment, it was only you and him, on the stairs frankly.

His tongue slid over your bottom lip as he entered your cunt with 2 of his fingers, spreading and scissoring you open. "God, baby you're fucking perfection. You wanted this right? Just like this? Is my baby satisfied now?"

You nodded and moaned as you hastily pressed kisses to his lips. "Yes, yes, fuck this feels good," you nodded. "Yeah? Is this spontaneous and hot enough for my princess?"

Seonghwa's fingers were slender and moved so gracefully between your legs. Soon enough they found your g-spot, making you moan out and arch your back. "Oh, Hwa, babe, fuck!"

He made you go insane with the power of his fingers, giving you no time to relax. "F-fuck, where did you learn this?" You panted out as he rubbed your clit with his thumb as he kept ramming his fingers against your g-spot, making you squirm.

"Gotta make you cum now, talk later," he said with a smirk as he thrusted a few more times before you finally came, squirming and moaning out his name loudly. "God, I love the sounds you make, Y/N," he spoke as he pulled his fingers from you, licking your juices off of them.

"Your hand feels so much better than mine, wow," you sighed. Seonghwa grinned as he helped you up. Before he could rush upstairs you crashed your lips on his again, tasting your own arousal on his lips. You took off his sweater and started undoing his belt as he slowly guided the two of you up the stairs.

Finally you got to the bedroom and all you and Seonghwa had on was your bra and his underwear, which you tugged down the moment you hit the bed. "Fuck," you cursed as your mouth watered at the sight of his cock. He smirked and propped himself up on his elbows. "You wanna taste that?"

"Yes, yes I wanna taste it, Hwa," you confessed as you spat on your hand and stroked his cock up and down a few times. "Go ahead then," he said, encouraging you with a nod of his head.

Seonghwa's head fell back the moment you took his length into your mouth. You weren't one to take it slow, instead you took a lot of him right away and eagerly bobbed your head up and down. You couldn't help it, the only thing you wanted was his cock down your throat and you couldn't wait much longer.

"Fuck, so eager, aren't you my dear? Want my cock that bad, huh?"

You moaned around his member as he thrusted up in your mouth suddenly, hands in your hair, forcing you down on him. Tears formed in your eyes as you gagged on his dick.

"That's what you wanted isn't it? You wanted spontaneous, you wanted rough, you wanted my cock, didn't you? So you better take it now."

And like the good girl you were you couldn't do anything else than take it, or let him take you instead. His eyes rolled back into his head as he rutted into your hot, wet mouth. You could hardly breathe at times but suffocating on Park Seonghwa's dick was quite a good way to go if you were honest.

Suddenly Seonghwa pulled out and threw you down on the bed, face forward into the sheets. He took a hold of your hips and pulled them up so he had a good view on your ass. Seonghwa positioned himself behind you and stroked his cock a few times before sliding into your awaiting cunt.

"Fuck, such a pretty princess... And so needy aren't you? Your pussy's sucking my cock in so well baby, you really wanna get fucked huh?"

"Y-Yes, Hwa! Fuck, I want you inside me, want you to fuck me, fuck me full!"

"Fuck you full, huh? Does baby want me to breed her tight little pussy? Fill it up with my cum and stuff her full?" You nodded and screamed out his name as he started to firmly thrust into you. "Y-Yes, yes! That's what I want, oh fuck, that's what I want, fuck me full, I'll take it all, fuck! Please, breed me, breed me, breed me," you pleaded.

"Breed you huh?" He smirked as his thrusts got faster and harder. You moaned uncontrollably as his cock fit you so perfectly and moved deliciously along the sensitive walls of your core.

"Shit, you're fucking heaven, fucking paradise baby, really," he moaned out as he felt his high coming up, muscles in his abdomen tightening. Suddenly, like a wave of arousal he came, hard and deep inside you with a loud moan. His cum filled you up so well, it felt hot and warm and it left you shaking as he send you over the edge as well.

Ever since that moment Seonghwa never held back anymore. He fucked you everywhere he could. Now the days were slowly getting colder and rainier, and eventually snowy, it was better to stay inside, so he visited your house nearly everyday after work to fuck you senseless.

"P-please, please Seonghwa!" You begged as Seonghwa pressed kisses down your jawline and neck, cock slowly moving in and out of your cunt to tease you. "What is it baby?" He smirked, knowing damn well what he was doing.

It had been about three months now and he kept fucking you, nearly each time better than the previous one. He fucked into you with long, sensual strokes, making you desire him more than ever before.

"Fuck, you're such a little angel, how could I ever have met you in inferno, hm?" He said with a flirty wink. "Well stop putting me in inferno with all your teasing and just fuck me, just fuck me full Seonghwa, god damn it, please!"

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Just had the wild realisation that I can write whatever I want here. This is a thing that I am allowed to do. I can scream into the void. I don't have to tag my posts. Grammar is a social construct. It doesn't matter who's listening. The people I love and who love me will talk to me posts or no posts. Someone's going to read this and smile. Even if it's just me.

I can watch only the finales of shows to see their happy endings. I can eat cornflakes in the afternoon. I can go into bookstores just to creepily stare at the hardcovers of Victorian literature. I can write meticulous notes for subjects I'm not studying, and highlight it to Pinterest perfection. I can tell people I want to bite them out of sheer love. I can write long emails to my friends about weird slippers that remind me of them.

I can tell you that it's been a hot year, the hottest one to date, and that April hasn't seen a single drop of rain fall onto the earth. But it's hanging in the air, making it heavy with moisture and that relentless, relentless heat. It's muggy and the swamp theme I chose for my bullet journal couldn't be more appropriate. I can tell you how I keep singing that song in my head, Corner Of My Sky, the one whose music video has Michael Sheen wrangling with an occult toaster. "The rain, the rain, the rain, thank god the rain."

I can tell you anything I like. I can tell you that I'm afraid of being forgotten, that I've always longed to be famous, that I have a hard time not caring about every single little thing. I can tell you that I'm ace and I'm afraid that no one will ever love me the way I need them too, even if I love them the way that they need me to. I can tell you the nightmares have gotten better, but they're still there, they don't seem to want to leave me. I can tell you that I'm so much more ill and broken than I dare think about. Because I am afraid that if I start thinking about it, I shan't stop, and then it will become everything. And I don't want it to be everything. I can tell you that. I can tell you that I have beautiful memories, too, not just the fear and the loss and the anger.

I can tell you that I'm a performer, an entertainer, and I love making people laugh. I'm more comfortable on stage, where people are already listening, than trying to go up and make conversation to groups of strangers. I can tell you how wonderful it feels to have been able to speak to so many people all around the world, to have them know me, to listen to me, and to listen to them in turn. I can tell you that I don't know where to draw the line sometimes, I'm never entirely sure when I'm joking, and the act easily becomes a second skin. I can tell you all of that.

I can tell you all the things that I used to tell myself in letters sealed in envelopes addressed to Future Me. And it won't matter, and it does matter, and it's all so fucking absurd. It doesn't make any sense at all. Does it? I don't know. I can tell you that I don't know very much at all. Knock knock. Who's there? No one. No one who? No one who matters. Knock knock. I haven't been able to walk around for a month. This room is an oven and I'm being slow-cooked, broiled into a little Asmi pie. I read fanfiction yesterday after a long while. That was nice. I think it's really cool that you all know me. You do know me. Sometimes better than I know myself. I can tell you that.

I can tell you the truth. I can tell you I love you. And that to be seen and to be known is a gift that I will always be grateful for. I can tell you that you don't have to listen. But if you do, then hi! Nothing makes sense. Let's sit in the nonsense for a while. I have biscuits. Would you like one? I'm very human. It's one of the things that gets me so easily hurt. Maybe it happens to you too. I can tell you that my plant Crowley is surviving, unlike the others did. I can tell you that maybe you and I are, too.

It's 8:02 in the morning. I might just eat breakfast now. It does seem like the thing to do. How weird and wonderful that is.

[w0rmm1lk]

Heeeyyy you take requests right??

Bakugou x reader who’s Aizawa’s daughter where it’s reader’s birthday and Bakugou is planning this big surprise for them?? I think it would be super cute loll

sure!

character: Katsuki Bakugo(romantic), Shota Aizawa(Platonic)

reader: Aizawa Fem!child

Summary: bakugo wants to surprise his girlfriend on her birthday— but needs some help. Unfortunately Mina’s help wasn’t enough and he would need to specifically ask aizawa.

warnings: possible ooc, swearing,

other: established relationship, reader is in 1A, takes place during first year.

(I kinda failed at this one I’m so sorry— getting use to writing Fem!reader)

You and bakugo had been dating for about 4 months at this point. It wasn’t that long of a time yet bakugo had already met your parents. Well— that was mainly due to your father being both of your teachers.

bakugo knew your birthday was coming up soon. He would never admit to it but he had multiple reminders on his phone so he wouldn’t forget. It was your first birthday you would spend together while dating… despite that he wanted it to be a birthday for you to remember.

unfortunately for him, you can’t plan a big birthday for someone without help.

“Hey bakugo— what’s with all the staring? It’s kinda creeping me out-“ Denki speaking snapped bakugo out of his thoughts. He sent a glare in his direction. “Shut the hell up dunce face.”

“oooo~ thinkings about Y/N~~?” Minas voice broke through as she sat at the lunch table next to the two. “Tch- as if.” Mina laughed slightly at his response. “On the topic of Y/N, you get her anything for her birthday yet?” Bakugo seemed to freeze up at the question.

“oh my god have you actually not bought anything yet-? That seems weirdly unlike you!” “shut up I- I just want to make sure I buy the right thing.”

“Hmmm~? Then why don’t we help you out later then!” Mine suggested slightly leaning over the table, you could see her eyes sparkle.

“in your dreams! I can do it on my own.” He rolled his eyes, his arms crossed as he was slouched in his seat.

“cmon~~! Just let us tag along!” Mina was leaning so far over the table so her face was right up infront of bakugo. “Cmon man! You should totally let us come with!”

bakugo flinched slightly, he hasn’t even noticed kirishima had sat down beside him. “Ugh fine-! Just shut up already will ya?”

the “searching for a gift for Y/N” didn’t take long to turn into “Mina drags everyone through every store in the damn mall”

the results were— disappointing to say the least.

“ooo-! Let’s get her this necklace!”

“How much money do you think we have?!”

“this shirt is pretty cute-!”

“I’ve seen five seperate people wearing that on the way here- no way.”

“we could just go with the classic chocolates.”

“that’s too basic!”

and so on.

“Damnit— there’s nothing good enough in this shit hole.”

Denki turned to bakugo. “I mean— can we just ask her close friends what she wants? Maybe to get some ideas-?”

“dumbass— we are her close friends. Who the hell are we supposed to ask if none of us have any good ideas?!”

“I mean we could always ask—“

“don’t you dare.”

“cmon man! It’s not like we have much of a choice!”

and this is how bakugo found himself standing outside of the 1A classroom after school had ended. If none of Y/N’s closest friends knew what to buy her— then the next best person to ask was… her dad.

Bakugo hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door. He was met with silence. He rolled his eyes not bothering to knock again as he walked right in.

of course he was met with a yellow sleeping bag on the floor fully zipped up. He let out an annoyed sigh about to leave before he heard the zipper come undone. he looked back to see the sleeping bag nowhere to be found and I aizawa standing in its place.

“what do you need?” Aizawa spoke in his normal monotone yet mildly annoyed voice. “I— I need help with something.”

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, it was unlike bakugo to go to someone for help, especially his teacher. This caused aizawa a small bit of worry but he didn’t show it.

“…with?” Bakugo looked away slightly as if embarrassed to say the next words. “It’s- about Y/N” he could feel aizawa gaze peircing through his skull. Aizawa eyes were glowing a bright red as his hair floated slightly.

“did something happen to her?” Despite asking a question it sounded more like a demand. “No! I just- i Need help with… something….” Aizawa softened his gaze, his hair and eyes returning to normal.

“do you know what kind of things… she likes…?”

“you’ve been dating for how long and you don’t even know what she likes?”

“no-! I- that’s not what I meant! Tch. I mean like— more personal things!”

Bakugo let out an annoyed sigh rolling his eyes. “I don’t even know why I bothered aski—“ “wait.” Bakugo turned back to aizawa. “I have a few things that may be useful.

needless to say— you got basically everything that you could even think of wanting on your birthday, it was a little concerning since you weren’t aware how bakugo learned about all the specific items you wanted, but— you were still happy.

(I am so sorry the end was kinda shit— im so fucking tired lmao)

[cult-of-the-eye]

Mag 81 A Guest for Mr Spider

FUCK FORMER HEAD ARCHIVIST

Wait I need to check the timelines - this was 2 days after leitner's death

New spooky music???

My man is so fucking dramatic I love him so much "grand of sand behind my eye" love the way he speaks

Yeah FUCK JURGEN LEITNER

Omg the greying hair is canon??

Child in the 90s makes him at most 27 GOD DAMN. I was imagining like mid 30s...can you imagine a fucking 27 yr old using words like "ilk" when talking to you

Oh shit he's an orphan poor guy

Yeah ok a lot of his personality seems to make sense if you realise he was raised by his grandma

You know those memes that are like people raised by their grandparents are exceptionally polite but in a brisk way, talk fancy and are super posh? Yeah that's him.

Getting such neurodivergent vibes

Yeah he sounds like a main character from the start Jesus Christ he's such a kid who got traumatised and then grows up to be a horror protagonist vibes

My First Leitner lol like kids had to be introduced to them at a young age like those my first toys

He's so funny I can just imagine him as an 8 yr old getting super like affronted at this like how dare my grandma think I am of subpar intelligence he's such a little bitch from the start

"The eponymous Mr spider" even talking about his childhood trauma he's busting out the vocabulary

Fuck that story actually kinda rattled me I had my hand over my mouth in shock for most of it

I think it was the bit where the horsefly brought his son and they were both crying that got me, I could definitely imagine it scaring an 8 yr old

The way it drags out as well, with the pages of the same scene it really heightens the suspense

Is his childhood bully someone we should keep track of?? Love how he says Michael probably cause he sees him as a bully lol

It's interesting how despite him bullying him (quite badly seeing as though he beat him up) he's still like yeah but he saved my life and that means he deserves to be remembered

My bro didn't save your life on purpose, he was just trying to make it worse and happened to come to a terrible fate cause of that

I guess underneath it all he was still a kid who watched someone die, knowing they'd get eaten by a fucking spider, he still held him in some regard

The way he specified the guy was his bully even after he was being eaten though lol

He was desperate to get the book back? That's a leitner thing I guess, the book makes you want to keep it so it can finish whatever it wanted to do to you

On my relisten (which I will do once I've finished the series I'm sure of it), I'll have to look out for any reaction of leitners name

I wonder why Jon didn't react more to Carlos vittery's statement, like it must've terrified him? I saw a post a while back explaining Jon's thoughts and IT WAS GENIUS it was like of course he doesn't react, he must be terrified that someone knew about his experience and somehow did this to mess with him or it was a joke and he can't let anyone know that the Head Archivist is not Good at This ugh it's so good I'll tag it if I can find it

AHHHHH HE REGRETS DISMISSING THE OTHER STATEMENTS AHHHHHH

HE FINALLY ADMITS THAT HE NEEDS HELP WE LOVE THIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT YES YOU FUCKING DO BITCH.

yeah at least he's right about Elias killing leitner

GEORGIE THE EX GIRLFIEND

ITS SO WEIRD TO SEE HIM ACTUALLY NICE TO SOMEONE WOW HIS VOICE CHANGES SLIGHTLY AS WELL HES LESS ACADEMIC

THE ADMIRAL

Awwww he's so cute with georgie

GHOST PODCAST GHOST PODCAST

THE WHAT THE GHOST T SHIRT IS CANON???? AHH THATS SO CUTE

Can he not go back to his own flat?? Did he bring all his clothes to the archive and then subsequently leave them there? Does he even have a flat??

God Georgie is so nice I would kill for her

It's so funny that an apparent supernatural cynic dated a ghost podcaster

WOW SEASON 3 OFF TO AN AMAZING START I CANT WAIT TO KEEP LISTENING IM GONNA TELL MY THERAPIST ABOUT THIS TOMORROW!!!

[floatmeintothesun]

Blessed

You think that the people who think you’re honored by the gods are kind of idiotic. Kunikuzushi would like to differ. (God!Scaramouche x reader)

tw: none

tags: fluff, gender neutral reader, kuni is a god of weather, he enjoys messing with you

Kaeya version:

—

People often like to say that you're blessed by the gods.

You refute them, saying that Kunikuzushi only likes to stick around to bother you and nothing else. Plus, you only know a god, singular, one god and you definitely have not been blessed by the guy…at least, as far as you can tell you haven’t.

Although he’d probably say that you have been, by simply being in his presence because his ego is bigger than the sun.

 When thunder strikes and the winds blow, you know that he’s laughing at you, sweeping things out of your arms and giving them back seconds later, just to be annoying. He also has the peculiar habit of taking your hats, and then at the end of the month, dumping them back in your house as if to boast of how many he’s managed to steal without you finding out.

(Once, you found your spatula, the one you've been looking for weeks in the pile. You scolded him, and now the only things he takes are your hats)

When rain falls, not a single drop of water lands on you, even if the skies are blanketed in dark clouds. People point and tell you that you’ve been blessed. You like to point back and say that Kunikuzushi only does this because he knows you like the feeling of rain pattering down your face.

The breeze twinkles and chimes, and you know he’s chuckling at your misery of having to wave off people who are avid believers in the gods. You tell the breeze that he sucks ass, and it twirls around your body, all featherlight touches and in doing so, completely messes up your hair. Yep.

The weather god is a pessimistic little sadist who loves seeing you suffer.

Sure, Kunikuzushi isn’t always a total dick. He’ll water your plants for you, help dry your clothes when you leave them outside on a line, and if he’s feeling nice, maybe even gift you little trinkets he’s found floating around. When you have a bad day, he’s there to comfort you, giving himself a physical body and talking, seemingly for hours to distract you from your troubles.

And for someone who is usually just the passing breeze or raging storm cloud, he’s quite cuddly. Of course, he’ll adamantly deny ever wanting your hugs while he’s practically attached to you like a koala, pretending that he despises your touch.

“No, I’m not hugging you, and even if I was it’d be for your puny mortal needs. Actually--you should thank me for being so generous!” He’ll say, his arms wrapped around your middle. He never really wants to admit that he needs your sweet attention as much as you need his. 

His mood fluctuates with the weather, and most of the time when he’s with you, the skies are open and sunny, unless he’s making a conscious effort to make it otherwise. You can request any sort of weather from him, and he’ll take it into consideration. 

Truthfully, he doesn’t mind humoring your requests and finds it cute that you're so interested in his abilities. He’ll subtly guide you away from danger, and…dispose of it when you're not looking. He’s not the only god who has control over the wind and weather, but he’s claimed the place where you live as his territory. 

(No other gods dare go there unless given explicit permission…not after what happened to…)

Kunikuzushi finds that you brighten up his monotonous days, and feels less inclined to drown the world in rain because you’d complain about it. He’s known as the vengeful wind, the god who has no mercy on the peasants below, but you? He’ll make it sunny and sweet, just for you, even if it goes against his brand.

Maybe a millennia ago, he would have scoffed at honoring a mere mortal, just another person who will eventually leave him with a gaping hole in his heart. Now, he finds that every moment is worth it, and treasures every second with you, because it’s--well, you. Even if you're a puny human that needs protecting.

You make him smile, even in his darkest moods, when he feels like the people below deserve to drown in acidic rain. Sometimes he finds himself following you, messing with your hair, and helping you carry things he thinks are too heavy for you.

 He’ll press his mark all over you and your home, warning other potentially hostile deities that you're not allowed to be hurt unless they want to be slowly disintegrated in a vortex of acid and wind, painfully ground into sludge. With how strongly his claim on you glows, no other god wants to go within a 20-mile radius of your house.

He finds your presence soothing and even if your interactions mainly consist of banter and friendly barbs. Kunikuzushi might even whisk you away to some foreign place with him if he thinks you need a vacation, before bringing you back home safely.

As much as he’d like to pretend that you don’t matter all that much to him, it’s undeniable how much he truly cares for you.

So if you feel the gentle kiss of wind against your cheek, or hear the slight chime of laughter, drifting on the breeze, don’t be alarmed. It’s just Kunikuzushi, drifting alongside you, subtly protecting you from harm.

(Extra: Kunikuzushi will sometimes bring people he considers to be friends to meet you. Aether and Lumine wouldn’t stop pestering him until they got to see his favored mortal so he grudgingly let them. The three of you have become best friends rather quickly, much to Kunikuzushi’s chagrin.)

—

Should I make this a series? I’m thinking of maybe Zhongli as the god of earth, Kaeya as a minor ice god, etc, I but I’m not sure if I should. If you want specific characters that you think would be good for this concept you can tell me and I’ll consider writing for them

[ominous-feychild]

✦ OC Moodboard #5 ✦

This is a tag game I'm obsessed with! For anyone wishing to join:

Rules: make a collection of 5+ images that represent or symbolize one of your ocs! It can be in any way, for any reason! Just have fun with it!

I'm obsessed with Caron right now, I'm not going to lie, haha. Basically all of these images were already in his pinterest board (where I grabbed these images from), so it was VERY easy to make this!

KIERAN CARON

Few know this (in-universe), but Kieran Caron used to be a gladiator slave in Cirrane before escaping to Kihroin and founding a martial arts school. That was the origin of the knights' college--Caron using his experience in the arenas to help other people learn to defend themselves (and, y'know, to get a job and income). It slowly turned into the knight college after he attracted attention from Kihroin's crown, taught the current king and his protector, and expanded as many others started garnering for his attention.

Since then, Caron has shifted into a backseat role in the college. He no longer teaches classes, but is known to personally mentor certain students who catch his attention. Instead, Caron manages the college: carefully selecting teachers with masteries in various magic or combat fields, overseeing classes every so often, managing the affairs of struggling students, and dealing with the endless amount of paperwork associated with his role.

Kieran Caron's name is famous even outside of his college. Thanks to how he grew--through a connection to the Kihroin crown--he's known to have a hand in the country's politics. He swayed the current king's mind toward policies favoring the general populace rather than the nobles underneath him. Because of this, he's well-liked amongst commoners and disliked by Kihroin's nobility.

However, there are conspiracy theories surrounding Caron--after all, he's risen from absolutely nothing into an incredibly powerful position. Not only does he have the current king's ear--and influence over the crown prince and his protector!!!--but he's also gotten his own people spread out across the world in their own positions of power! It'd take a fool not to see just how capable Caron is of taking over the world!

Except he won't dare try. He knows the gods are very willing and able to stop him.

Oh! And he's known to have two children: his biological son, Varik Caron, and the adopted son, Kieva Caron!

(Kieva is one of the main characters of RFtA! Varik not so much, but he's still important, haha!)

Sun and Shadow: Freya Ula | Crow the Cursed | Daleira Fenastra (wip)

Rising From the Ashes: Sammy | Kieran Caron | Roman Leveque

Also, what do you guys think of everyone's colors? I've decided to bold names/the coloured parts to make it easier to see for the slightly-harder ones--hopefully that helps! 😊

Tagging (gently!!!): @the-golden-comet @honeybewrites @yourpenpaldee @darkandstormydolls @the-letterbox-archives

@illarian-rambling @wyked-ao3 @ath3alin @mysticstarlightduck @fantasy-things-and-such + open tags!!!

Gorgeous divider by @saradika!

[lotus-n-l0ve]

Hii! Could we have a fluff and maybe smut? a scenario where the reader feels insecure of their body and the way they look and after hearing this daniel is shocked and tries to find a way to make the reader not insecure about themselves. Also if your not interested in this request I understand also have a nice day!! ♡

It's been long. Don't know what I did there. Hope you like it Anon. I'm not sure if I lived up to your expectations. You too have a nice day Anon ♡

I'LL KISS YOUR WAIST AND EASE YOUR MIND

— Daniel Park x Female Reader

My Darling, When I Look Through Your Eyes, All I See Is Love.

*⁠.⁠✧ SYNOPSIS : When some perverts with fragile ego make comments on you, Daniel makes you realise just how beautiful you are.

*⁠.⁠✧ WARNINGS & TAGS : Body insecurity, hip dabs, catcalling, perverts, hurt/comfort, kissing, 1.3k words.

*⁠.⁠✧ — NAVIGATION // LOOKISM MASTERLIST

DON'T PRESS [KEEP READING] IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE.

The TV plays in the living room, providing some background noise. You stand in the middle of the bedroom, in front of the full length mirror, your eyes inspecting every inch of your body. You were wearing nothing but undergarments so all the flaws were even more prominent.

Every scar, every stretch mark, every curve pierced your eyes. Body insecurity is something you have struggled with for a long time. It was so bad that mirrors became your worst enemy. You found comfort in baggy clothes. It took you years to finally accept yourself, to love yourself the way you are.

But even now sometimes you can't help but let those unpleasant thoughts take over your mind just like today. You woke up in the morning with a happy and light heart, waiting eagerly for the date Daniel had promised you. You dressed up in the cutest pair of outfit you owned before leaving for the date but it didn't turn out the way you expected it to be.

You turned up in the mall before Daniel could. While waiting for him in a cafe you encountered the disaster that ruined your happy mood and day. Three guys came and slumped down on the chairs rather rudely.

The beside you, wrapped one arm around your shoulder rather rudely, "All alone babe? Why don't you join us."

"Yeah, we can have some fun together." Another one added.

You jerked his hand off of your shoulder, giving them an irritated stare, "Leave me alone."

"Wow, feisty. I already like her." The guy across from you bit his lips, his lustful eyes running over your body. It creeped you out.

"My boyfriend will be here any time now. If he sees you perverts here disturbing me then he will beat the shit out of you."

Thankfully you were sitting down otherwise your legs would have long given up. Even in an open place these people dare to harass girls, you could only be scared of what they do when no one's around.

"O my god! I'm so scared, where is your big strong boyfriend who will beat us?"

The third one who's been silent all this time acted scared before they burst out in laughter. But soon their laughter came to a stop when a hand clasped on the shoulder of the guy, who was beside you.

A monotonous voice cut the tension, "He is here, right behind you."

You jumped up, making the chair creech, and stood by Daniel's side, "Danny, thank god you are here."

Those three jumped up too and you could see all the colours draining from their faces. Daniel had gained quite a reputation of being a gangster after all the unintentional feud with actual gangsters like workers, god dog and hostel. You guessed they too probably knew about Daniel and how dangerous he could be.

"What were you saying earlier? Come again?" Daniel threw them a murderous glare.

Seeing him, they all started stuttering and giving half formed excuses before scattering off. But you heard one of them saying, "Who will risk their life for a potato like that?"

The other two agreed, "She's not even pretty. Even ajummas look better than her."

"What did you say?" Daniel ran towards them but you held him back by his hand.

Those few words that held no importance to them, managed to fill you up with insecurity. Daniel could sense that your mood was down. For the rest of the date you kept up a font of happiness over your face but Daniel could see right through your facade.

He himself had gone through whirlpools of insecurities before coming to J-High. He knew how you felt, constantly looking down on your body. After the movie ended that you were so excited about but ultimately couldn't enjoy, you requested Daniel to go home.

At the door you asked Daniel if he would like to come in but you desperately prayed in your head that he would decline. To your demise, Daniel took on the offer. He told you to freshen up while he ordered for take out. You took a good half an hour to change, you didn't want to show this ugly side of yours to Daniel. Unknown to the fact that Daniel loved each and every aspect of you.

Daniel stood, leaning on the door frame, his heart hurt when he saw your eyes filling with resentment for your body. Your hands fell lifelessly by your sides and that's when Daniel broke. He came up behind you, making you finch with his sudden appearance.

His scared palm rested on your hips, right on the dips, "What are you doing here? I'm getting bored."

"D-Daniel, I-I….." Your eyes glanced at him in the mirror before averting down, anywhere. You felt too ashamed.

Daniel was a great guy. Kind, nice, caring, good looking, a little bad on academics but he was the greatest guy you knew. He deserved better, at least better than you. Someone who's equally good, smart and beautiful. Why was Daniel even paying you any mind?

Daniel buried his head in your neck, "Did you know I love your hip dips?"

His words shocked you, this was the first time he told you, "What?"

Daniel peeked at you through the reflective mirror, humming, "They give me just the right place to hold you and pull you in my arms."

His actions followed his words and you were pulled into his warm chest. His palm left your hips and travelled up to your stomach, laying flat in it and applying gentle pressure on it.

"I love your tummy where I can rest my head and forget everything. Do you know what else I love about you?"

One hand travels upwards, over your breasts before wrapping around your neck in a gentle hold. His lips hovered over your ear, warm exhale brushing over it.

"I love your neck where I bury my head and forget all my problems." He bit your earlobe and spoke with it stuck between his teeths, "Why don't I show just what else I love about you?"

"Dani—"

You yelped as he turned you abruptly and wrapped a hand around your waist, pressing you completely against him. He tilted your chin and raised it up towards his descending ones.

"I love when your lips are pressed against mine." He mumbled before pressing his lips onto yours in a soft yet passionate kiss.

For a moment your mind went blank and your hand shot up to his chest to push him away but only stayed there comfortably. Daniel cupped the side of your face, tilting his head to the side for better access. You were almost breathless when he broke the kiss. You looked him in the eye for the first time in the day. What you saw in his eyes shocked you. Love, trust, adoration and lastly, the lust filled gaze.

"I love that your body reacts so sensitively with every touch of mine." Daniel bent his head down into the crook of your neck.

He placed open mouth kisses all over your neck, drawing moans out of you. Your hands glided up his chest and intertwined in his hair. You mind whirled with questions. The love, the passion, the list he bore for you was overwhelming but also assuring. That's right Daniel loved you. He always praised your kind nature. He always noticed every little thing you did for him. He would never lie.

You had nothing to be insecure about. You may not have fitted in those guy's beauty standards but you didn't need to. They may prefer a skinny girl, curvy or chubby but that has nothing to do with you. You will not mould yourself into something that you were not.

You were beautiful. To Daniel, to your friends and most importantly to yourself.

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[jamdoughnutmagician]

Daring to be truthful (Eddie Munson x Reader fluff)

Thanks to this text post from @mcbeanzontoast I had to write a little something about it so here it is. 

Word Count:1,584

Warnings:Badly written fluff, games of truth or dare, nosebleeds (but nothing graphic don’t worry), confessions of love, best friends to lovers, don’t think I’m missing anything? but let me know if I am so I can tag it

It was Steve’s idea to host a get-together for the group, shared trauma brought people together or something like that, you reasoned. The drinks had been steadily flowing as the group settled down in front of the huge tv that resided in the Harrington’s spacious living room. Steve had brought a few tapes home with him after his shift at family video and somewhere between Top Gun followed by Labyrinth, which was an odd route to go down for a movie night, but everyone seemed to go along with it nonetheless. Nancy and Jonathan had snuck away after she had climbed down from her space curled into him on his lap. It wasn’t long before he was hot on her heels, quietly tip-toeing out of the room with a blush rising to his cheeks.

With the happy couple now gone, it was only you, Robin, Steve and Eddie in the living room. The sounds of the movie now going largely ignored, fading into background noise. 

Robin downs the last few sips of beer from her bottle as she speaks up

“Let’s play truth or dare” she suggests, her freckled features rosy with the buzz of alcohol.  

“What are we, twelve years old or something?” Steve scoffs, taking a sip from his bottle.

“Scared of a little game, Stevie?” Robin teases.

“Alright then, I’m game if everyone else is. God knows I don’t have anything to hide.” Steve professed.

“Okay then, Steve..” you turn to look up at him from where you sat on the floor. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth” 

“Is it true that you use Farrah Fawcett hairspray?” you snickered as you asked him the question.

“Jill? from Charlie’s Angels?” Robin squawked out between laughs.

Steve’s face burned bright red, how did you know about that?

“I bet Dustin told you, didn’t he. That kid couldn’t keep a secret if his life depended on it” Steve started.

“Actually, I told her.” Eddie speaks up. “Admittedly after Dustin told me. You know I can’t be keeping secrets from my best friend, right?” he chuckles, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

“So it’s true?” Robin asked.

“Yeah..Yeah laugh it up, alright. It’s true” he confesses, ducking his head down with a small laugh of his own.

“Truth or dare?” Eddie asks you from where he’s lounging in one of the living room’s big sofa chairs.

“Truth.” Eddie practically knew everything about you anyway, this was going to be easy.

“What was the worst date you’ve ever been on?” he asks you, his grin stretching across his lips. Fucker. Eddie knew all too well of the story of the worst date of your life, remembering how you told him how your date had not only showed up 20 minutes late with no explanation or reason why, and that he then proceeded to talk all about his ex-girlfriend, and how he’s probably still be with her if she hadn’t found about the other girl he was secretly seeing behind her back. Needless to say there wasn’t a second date.

“Oh my god! That’s awful! Sounds like you dodged a bullet there, y/nl” Robin chuckled.

“Yeah it was all downhill from the moment he opened his mouth” you joined in, laughing at your own story.

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The night went on like that, swapping stories, like how Robin was almost late for band practise because she had been making out with Vickie in the school’s auditorium, or the fact that Eddie on more than one occasion had been completely wasted whilst performing on stage at the hideout. 

As well as challenging each other to do increasing stupid dares. Watching Steve try to swallow an entire spoonful of cinnamon had been a particularly amusing highlight of yours.

But Robin, who, at this point was not handling her drink very well, had dared Eddie to show-off his best metal head-banging, things had taken a turn.

The force with how much Eddie was showing off his best head-banging air guitar routine, had caused Eddie to have a nose bleed.

By now Robin was stumbling around and Steve had made the executive decision to wrangle her from where she was standing on wobbly legs on the couch cushions of the sofa.

"Are sure you guys are gonna be okay down here whilst I try to get this one to bed?" Steve asked as he held up Robin's swaying frame.

"I've got it from here Steve, you go look after Robin" You assured, watching as Steve carefully manoeuvred his friend up the stairs, before taking Eddie by the hand and leading him into the Harrington’s kitchen.

“Here..” you say, handing him a bunch of tissues. “Tip your head forward and pinch your nose. That should help stop the bleeding” you say.

“Thanks, you don’t have to help me, I’ll be alright.” he muffles from behind the tissues scrunched up under his nose.

“What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t help and look after you when you needed it, huh?” you smiled at him.

After a while, Eddie’s nosebleed seemed to have stopped. With a cool damp cloth you begin to clean away the dried blood from his face.

“Y’know I never got to ask you the truth question I wanted to ask you” you say whilst dabbing the cloth against his skin.

“I don’t think that’s quite how truth or dare works, sweetheart.” Eddie teases. “I think I’m supposed to choose?”

“Okay, I know but can I ask you my question anyway?” you ask hopefully, bright eyes looking up at him.

“You can ask me anything, no secrets between us, right?” That wasn't strictly true. He did have one secret, one that he kept very close to his heart. That secret was just how big of a crush that he had on you. You two had been friends for as long as he can remember. Wherever Eddie went you followed and vice versa. It wasn’t often one of you was seen without the other. He never wanted to ruin the friendship that you two had, that relationship was one of the most important things in his life, but he couldn’t help his heart ruling his head, and the thoughts of holding you close and kissing your lips came to mind more often than he’d care to admit to.

However, what Eddie wasn’t aware of was that despite all his pining over you, and trying to keep his affections for you hidden, you very much loved him in the same way. 

Maybe it was childish to think of your best friend like that. Daydreaming about holding his hand, going on dates to the movies and kissing his lips whenever you wanted, but you couldn’t help it. Eddie Munson had been it for you ever since you’d first laid eyes on him all those years ago. 

“What’s something you would do if you knew there would be no consequences?” you asked.

Maybe it was the buzz of the alcohol, or the comfort of being in such close proximity to you, but as usual, Eddie’s mouth was moving faster than his brain could keep up with. Without hesitation, he blurts out,

“Kiss you.” 

The boldness of his answer shocks you for a moment. That’s all you’ve ever wanted to hear from him, your heart racing from the thrill of it all.

“I dare you.” you whisper, not quite yet trusting your own voice. “Kiss me.”

He leans down to you, cupping your cheek in his large hand, his clunky metal rings are a welcomed chill against the flush of your heated skin. His big brown eyes look deep in yours before he closes the gap between the two of you. 

He tentatively presses his lips to yours in an delicate exploratory kiss, the tip of his nose slightly bumping against yours. His lips are surprisingly soft, with just the slightly bitter tang of beer. You can’t help but smile against his lips, having dreamed about kissing for so long and now it was actually happening, setting the butterflies in your stomach fluttering. You never wanted it to end.

He pulls away from you, his brown eyes are soft on you as his smile spreads across his lips.

“Y’know, since we’re being all truthful and shit..I’m gonna be honest here and say I’ve always wanted to do that.” Eddie confesses.

“Well I suppose I owe you the truth, too. I’ve always wanted to kiss you too...” you say looking down to your feet, shyly. “..But more than that, I’ve been in love with you for the longest time, Eddie.” you finish, looking up to him hopefully.

“Well you know I don’t just go around kissing girls without it meaning something to me, sweetheart..” he says with a smile. “I love you too, have been ever since I laid eyes on you.” 

“So what does that make us now? Because I don’t think I can go back to being just friends.”

“Well how about we try being boyfriend and girlfriend?” Eddie offered. He’d wanted to call you his girlfriend for so long that the only title felt natural to him.

“Yeah I like the sound of that, Eds” 

“Only if we can still be best friends too. Don’t think that because you’re my girlfriend now, that doesn’t mean you’re not still my best friend.” he assured.

“I’d like that Ed.” you perch up on your tip-toes to press one more quick kiss to his lips. “I’d like that a lot.”

@penguinsandpotterheads @i-me-mine @harringtons-cupid @seatnights

[brisquad-unit-4402]

aged whisky

my comfydant friend after we saw the archivist debut: might as well also give in and just brainrot until my brain is fried cuz this ain't leaving my mind anytime soon

me: yeaaa brainrot. mmmmg. I JUST WISH I HAD FUCKING CONHERENT THOUGHTS OTHER THAN mmm what if i kissed him on the cheek very nicely

me:

me:

me 4 hours later at 5:44 am: so it wasn’t just the cheek

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, making out, suggestive, old people in love, reader and fulgur are implied to be middle aged or older, domestic

⚠️ drinking/alcohol (reader and fulgur both drink)

⚠️ suggestive content (sex jokes, it's spicy but not explicit ykwim?)

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you’re not quite sure how it started, but maybe it’s the whisky clouding your head. it’s like your thoughts lazily swirl together like a potion, or those fancy cocktails fulgur likes to make on the weekends, all loose and giggly while the buzz rests in the back of your head.

he’s giggly too, toppled on top of you and the couch cushions. some concert from one of the popular bands when you were young is playing on the tv, but it’s all but forgotten as you laugh about nothing together. the drinks from tonight make it easy to space out, and so does the edge of fulgur’s beard. it tickles your face as he pecks you, which just makes you laugh more.

“you’re so messy,” you say in-between laughter. he’s leaving kisses all over and you don’t even know if he’s aiming straight or not. one of them lands at the edge of your mouth. you get a whiff of spice just as his beard prickles up along your lips. “you smell like booze.”

“i wonder why.” he leaves a wet one there as a final attack. now that he’s done you can admire him and how he blocks the dim overhead light. out of its usual ponytail, his hair almost reaches his palm flat along the couch and beside your shoulder. the obscured light makes the shadows around his face darker, and so are the lines of wrinkles along his features.

mindlessly you taste the mark he left behind. sure enough, fruits and spice drag along the tip of your tongue. there’s not much alcohol but you swallow the burning feeling. it goes right down into your belly, just as warm as your face and the telltale flush of drunkenness along it.

you nuzzle up to fulgur’s palm to quell the heat. steel mesh curls around your face as natural as could be.

and fulgur starts up again as you let your cheek go exposed, and his beard tickles, and the whisky burns just enough. his glasses bump up against your skin.

you grunt and pat the side of his head—you might’ve landed on the ear?—to get him to rise, then take the glasses off by the bridge. “you’re going to smudge them.”

“ah, i don’t care.”

“you should. they’ll get fingerprints.”

“they always have fingerprints no matter what i do.” now that the glasses are off you can see how his brows lower while his eyes light up into silver. looks like someone just got a bad idea. as if he wasn’t up to trouble already. “you just wanted to see me without them.”

“guilty as changed,” you admit as you set them aside out of his reach. “looks like you caught me, officer, i surrender.”

you were already snickering but fulgur dives down to the crook of your neck and presses down another kiss, still laced with whiskey. there’s more of that scent as he smiles harder than he puckers. “how dare.”

the tipsy giddiness surges as he pulls the collar of your shirt aside to go lower. god, you feel stupid happy like this, spending your night by curling a hand into his hair and pushing him down close to you. it’s getting thinner than it used to be but you can’t find it in yourself to care between the whisky and the smooches. “creepy old man.”

“ooh, but you like it.”

“where did my gentleman go? he was just pouring me drinks fifteen minutes ago!” you cry, a playful grin over your face. “aren’t you supposed to be good at holding your alcohol?”

he snickers. “i am, i just don’t want to.”

“so you’re being a pervert.”

“mm-hm. don’t complain, or else i’ll do this!”

“ah—that tickles!”

“heh.”

“horndog!”

“woof!”

your eyes snap open. like a bolt from the blue, dog is right next to you at eye-level, sitting pretty with a tongue lolled out. you jerk your head away as he pants—that is definitely not alcohol on his puppy breath.

mood effectively ruined, you pat dog’s head and give him a good ruffle behind the ear. “now look what you’ve done, you got his hopes up.”

“you’re the one that summoned him.”

“you started it.” dog plops his chin on your body, ready for his nighttime walk. “tell you what, take him outside and we’ll continue.”

“consider it done.”

you cover your eyes to reset, then rub them, and blink as the process ends. fulgur’s head is still propped between your neck and chest. he rests his cheek along your softness and hums. the scruff along his face brushes your skin with the quiet sound.

“in a minute,” he adds. “i don’t wanna move.”

how he can flip from sexy to adorable in a second, you still have no idea. you get the feeling you’d never get the answer no matter how much of your life you spend with him.

the giggles have passed but the lightness in your heart is all the same. your vision blurs but you take his chin in your hand, letting your aged fingertips roll along the lines that sweep out from his mouth and the hollows of his cheeks.

you’re the one that kisses first this time. you end up landing along his top lip and the stubbly hairs above. moving down is inelegant but you make it there, and he opens his mouth, and the whisky burn goes smoky along your tongue.

sweetness breaks through as you drag your lips up across his face until you get the will to part, just by his ear now as you hold him close to your chest. “fulgur,” you whisper. “he can just go out to the yard, can’t he?”

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[lexawoah13]

How to Exit a Room preview

Here’s a little snippet from the fix I’ve been writing. It’s taken from the middle of it so don’t worry there’s a bit of intro coming. Anyways let me know what you think and if you wanna be added to a tag list when I actually start posting

The majority of people leave and as the life of this party is dying, Beomgyu jumps at the opportunity to start his favourite game. “7 MINUTES TIME!” He shouts out and the crowd cheers, everyone migrating to the central couches where Beomgyu is standing. Beomgyu names himself “game master” giving him full control of the entire game. Because this isn’t your basic game of 7 minutes in heaven. No no. This frat had their own version combining it with truth or dare.

“For the rules! I’ll pick a couple to enter the room, and then said couple will pick a truth or a dare” he wiggles his eyebrows as he says dare, hinting at the contents of those dares, “from this hat” shaking the TΡΦ crested ball hat, in from of him “said task to be completed during your 7 minutes together and require some proof” These can be anything from learning each others fantasies to straight up fucking.” That's both the fun and the risk of this mishmashed game.

Of course Beomgyu being the good Fraternity Brother he is, he knows that Soobin is dying for a chance to be with you and decides to make his current dream a reality.

"Soobin and y/n you'll be our first lucky pairing of the night. Now would one of you pick your dare and show it to me please?" he looks at you coyly, a giant smirk plastered in his face.

"oh yeah, not obvious at all Choi... your wing man can't even wait a couple rounds before throwing us in" you tease elbowing him in the ribs. Soobin however is death glaring Beomgyu and so is every other female in the room. You can feel the words thrown at and about you but honestly can't find a fuck to give. If anything it was hilarious just how desperate they all were for 7 minutes 1 minute of Soobin's attention. You walk up and pull out your dare. Surprise and smugness fills you as you read it. Passing it to Beomgyu to read, his jaw slightly drops open and then tells that proof will be required to say it was completed. "and what kind of proof is that?" Soobin asks, still clueless to the dare. "ummm, a photo, video...clothing....? you can figure it out! OFF YOU GO!" he pushes at your shoulders to guide you towards the room.

Of course this frat has a whole Bedroom dedicated to shit like this. No, not a closet for the sacred game of 7 minutes in heaven, but a fully equipped room, bed and all.

"oh wow.... romantic'' you remark sarcastically

"Sorry I know… but if it makes you feel any better those sheets are clean..."

"and how would you know they're clean? What if someones already been in here tonight."

Scratching the back of his neck, Soobin looks away from you and says "well because, this is my room..."

"oh... OH"

"sorry, it's not what you think but I'd rather bring you in here than that actual room.. plus we can just talk or whatever you feel like doing"

"oh no President Choi... you have a dare to complete. Can't let your frat bros know you failed can we?" you feign offense with sarcasm and a wink.

"What was the dare anyways?"

"To eat me out" you say flatly

"WHAT?! let me see" he slightly panics and holds his hand out for the paper.

“ is it really that unbelievable? it's your game after all..."

"god I'm sorry, seriously we don't have to do any-"

"Wait, so you're not even gonna try?” you taunt “really? what will you "brothers" say?"air quoting brothers.

"honestly it doesn't matter what they think I'm just enjoying my time with you" he says immediately and you can't help the little butterflies that sprout in your stomach

"You're not even gonna try?" you tease "I thought I was finally gonna get to see what all the hype was about. I mean all I hear about is how good your dick is but I've never heard anything about your head game... makes me wonder"

Licking his lower lip he chuckles at your taunt "I'm great at eating pussy to Y/n. Reaally goood" slowly drawing out the last words

"guess you'll have to prove it" you squint to emphasize it "but it won't be that easy... if you can get me all hot and bothered without getting between my legs for 7 minutes, maybe I'll let you have a taste.." biting your bottom lip you move in closer to grab his shirt "what'd ya say Choi? you gonna show me what you’ve really got?" pulling him down closer to your face

"What's the rules?" he breathes out the words heavily "what can and can't I do?"

"anything from the waist up is fair game, just nothing between my thighs"

"Can I stand between them though?"

"mmmhmmm just no rubbing your cock against me" looking up into his eyes, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

Soobin lets a grunt leave his chest from your words. Picking you up by your thighs, Soobin walks you over to his desk, wrapping your legs around his waist "starting now" he rushes the words before crashing his lips against yours. You open up to him immediately, wanting it just as much as he does. You do however have to play a little hard to get. His tongue fights yours for dominance. Winning rather quickly, and explores every crevice of your mouth.

The kiss is so fucking good, too good, you want to give in right away and he's not even touching you yet. Like not at all. His hands are planted on his desk next to your thighs and you want to whine from his lack of touch. You want him to ravish you, and give in, breaking the one rule you gave him. But god, he was good even without trying. He starts to drift his lips from yours and down your neck, kissing, sucking and leaving marks you know will be there tomorrow but you can't even care as he runs his tongue over each one to soothe the ache.

Unable to hold it back any longer a whine slips from your lips and you hate yourself for it.

chucking into your neck "ahhh needy already bunny? You want me to touch you?"

but being the stubborn bitch you are, you shook your head "nope, don't care...don't care if you touch meeEE-" your voice gets higher as his fingers lightly trace their way up your stomach to the hem of your shirt.

"oh, really... so if i-" removing his fingers from your rib cage and you whine again, not even caring anymore "liar" he laughs again, coming back to your lips. "you ready yet princess or you really gonna play it out?"

"donno what yer talkin' 'bout" you pant against his lips "'m fine"

"that so?" he pulls away from you looking straight into your eyes, knowing he's winning this game. "fine..." his finger traces back up your ribs under your shirt, your breath hitching in your throat as he rubs along the band of your bra. Sliding his fingers around until he reaches the clasps "so this is fine then? you're okay" not breaking eye contact once

'mmmhhhm 's fine" you whine in anticipation for him to snap it off you. you want it off so bad, want him all over you now.

tracing his fingers underneath the clasp and up your spine you instinctively arch your back into him, looking up into his eyes even more so now, no longer breathing as his lips graze yours as he coos “too bad, thought I was getting somewhere with you” he pulls away, fingers ghosting your spine as he pulls away.

“Nnnooo” you whine at the loss of his touch and pull him back in by the front of his shirt, locking your legs around his waist so he can’t escape again.

“Thought you were good Y/N?” He smirks into your kiss

“Fuck Soobin if you don’t take my shirt off right now I swear to god-”

“No problem bunny” pulling away and discarding your shirt in a split second before he’s back on your lips. Hands on your back, at the clasp of your bra. “This to or?” Your bra is snapped off before you can even finish nodding

“christ, You really are a fuckboy”

“Don’t say that” he pouts onto your lips, leaving a quick peck.

“Why it’s fucking true. You had my clothes off in two seconds”

He can’t help the chuckle that escapes his lips “I have some… experience..” he trails off attaching himself to your collarbone

“Yeah, yeah,,. “

Soobin pulls back to study you, looking over every part of your now exposed chest. “God you're beautiful…” massaging your breasts as he works his eyes down to your nipples. Noticing the flash of silver on them, muttering “fuck”under his breath, lowering to be eyelevel with your pierced nipples encased in a skeleton heart. He can feel his cock throb at the sight. Licking his lips before attaching himself to your breast flicking at the jewelry clad bud. Hissing at the sensitivity that shoots through it.

“You’re a boob guy I take it?” panting through his assault on your nipple.

“Mmhhmmm and yours are perfect baby. So so pretty” kitten licking at the bud

“Uughhaaa-you like the piercings then” raking your fingers through his hair, slightly pulling when he nips on the ring.

“So fucking sexy.. Love ‘em” switching to the other bud to share his infatuation with them.

Soobin loved feeling the cold metal against his tongue, contrasting to the heat from your aroused nipple. His cock growing harder by the second from the noises you release as he has his way with your chest. “Yer full of surprises y/n”

“Ahhaha- you think?”

He leaves your chest to return back to your neck. Gently asking against your skin “You gonna give in now or are you gonna keep up this hard act?”

Gripping the hem of his shirt you pull it up, where he finishes taking it off “what do you think?”

“Need to hear you say it bunny, say you want it.” he holds your chin to look up at him, pausing all the previous activities until you say it.

“You’re a dick you know that?”

“Am I? Or are you being a brat?” he smirks knowing he’s got you

“Fuck…I want you” you whisper “want you Soobin”

“What do you want Y/N? Ask nicely”

“Pleaseeee” you mewl “want you, want your tongue on me”

“Be specific bunny”

Groaning you finally say what he wants to hear as you do so “Eat. My. Pussy.” punctuating each word as you slowly guide his hand from your waist down to cup your throbbing mound.

[luvmake]

hi!! do you have prompts for exes to lovers? they broke up for a year or two but when they re-appear into each others’ lives, the feelings re-surfaced. thank you☺️

❝LOVE AGAIN.❞

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— "You know, ever since I saw you that day, I haven't stop thinking about you."

— "You still...love me?" "I don't think I ever stopped loving you."

— "Why did we ever break up in the first place?"

— "God, I never realized how much I missed your smile."

— "Thinking about it now, I was so stupid to have let you go." "But you have me now."

— "Is it too late to say I'm still so in love with you?"

— "Can we fix this?"

— "I can't afford to lose you a second time."

— "I was a fool, I'm so sorry."

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— "Now that I have you again, I can't let you go."

— "I miss the way your lips felt on mine."

— "Tell me you've felt the same this whole time, and if not, I'll leave and won't bother you—" "Don't you dare leave me again! Not when I'm so in love with you."

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