#gripping you by the shoulders HAVE FUN!!!!! LOSE!!!! BE BAD!!!! ITS OKAY

[planet4546b]

need to find a way to very calmly but firmly tell my students it is not that serious

[cxrsed-angel]

Girls Night Out | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

word count 1k

summary: joel takes care of you after your first girls night out

warnings: mentions of sex but isn’t actually, drinking, age gap, (joel is in his late 50s, reader is in her 20s), mentions of puking

gif credits: @/ pedrohub

“Joel I think your girl had a few drinks too many,” Tommy laughs taking a sip of his drink before walking away. joel says silent prayer hoping you werent making too much of a fool of yourself. 

He knew you had a hard time adjusting to jackson, used to surviving not living, when you told him about a group of girls your age inviting you out to go drinking with them be encouraged it, and tagged along since you were nervous, he expected you to makes some new friends but he didn’t expect those friends to get you drunk of your ass. 

He sighs and sets his drink down, and turns around to see you on top of one of the tipsy bison’s tables, dancing with one of the girls, grinding your hips against hers, the short dress one of the girls gave you, riding up your thigh as you moved your hips, his jaw clenching when hears a few of the younger guys that were watching whistle at you.

“For fucks sake.” he mutters as he approaches the table. 

“Hi ladies, hey sweetheart I think its time to go.” he holds his hands out to you, but you stay on the table, refusing.

“Noo Im having fun, I haven't had fun in forever and Im making friends look.” you gesture to the girls, and they wave as your words slurred. continuing dancing on the top. Joel lets outs a tired sigh, hoping you don't fall off and hurt yourself.

“Can you refill it please.” you beg,  pouting and giving him your best puppy dog eyes handing him your empty glass. he’s about to refuse when Tommy comes over, he pats Joel’s shoulder.  

“That’s what happens when you’re dating a younger girl huh she has to much energy for you.” he jokes as he watches you still dancing and taking a sip of your friend's drink. 

“ Fuck off, Tommy.  C’mon you've had enough darling can you please get down.” he asks again but you refuse again moving away from him as he tried to gently pull you down you lose your balance in the hells you had spent all week learning how to walk in, a foot slips off the table, luckily Joel catches you before you could hit the hardwood. 

 “You okay?” he asks but you're not paying attention. You're focusing on Joel's brown eyes and how they shine in fairy lights strung long the wall. You silently admire him for a few minutes. Not realizing he was speaking to you. “You with me sweetheart?” 

“Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are” you sloppily run your hand up his chest clumsily, trying to be sexy. 

Joel lets out a small chuckle at the state you were in. “Yes baby you have, come on let’s get you home ” he lightly grabs your arm helping you with your footing, one of the girls, just as drunk as you if not more comes up to you. 

“This is joel? you’re right he is hot, you’re so lucky.” you smile and slip out of Joel’s hand taking the opportunity to gush about him more. 

“I know he’s so hot,  you should hear him when he’s pissed. His southern accent gets stronger it’s so sexy, it makes me so we—“Joel cuts you off before you could finish your sentence, blushing a bit. 

“Okay! baby it’s time to go.” you wave to your new friends as joel leads you to the front. He finally thinks he managed to get you out of there one of the younger guys watching you dance blocks the door

“Hey you looked good dancing up there what’s your name.” Joel’s grip on you tightens, he’s about to tell him to fuck off, but you beat him to it 

“Ew, no i have a boyfriend” he looks at Joel hand on your waist and scoffs. 

“Who? not this old fuck, come on I bet the old man can’t even get it up anymore don’t you wanna someone who could go all night doll .” before you could come up with a response Joel fist collides into his nose, you could tell its bad when it starts bleeding, probably breaking his nose.

You hear gasps from everyone in the bar; but before anyone can do anything, Joel is already leading you out the door walking you home. 

After many stumbles and you puke up all the alcohol in your system. Joel finally makes it home into your shared room. He sits on the bed next to you and rubs your back, as you lay down on the bed staring at him. 

“Joel youre so hot” 

He lets out a laugh “you’ve said before baby” he tries to get up from the bed, but you hold onto his hand, making him stay next to you

“No don’t leave please” you start tearing up at the thought of him not being next to you. 

Joel frowns not understanding why you were crying “I’m not going anywhere just gonna get you a change of clothes and some food, maybe a bucket or something.” he tries to explain, but you cling onto him, crying a bit harder. 

“No Joel please don’t leave me.” Joel’s caught off guard by your bawling and sits back on the bed. 

“Okay Im not going anywhere Im right here just go to sleep baby.” he lays next to you but sees you still sniffing and crying. 

“Sweetheart why are you crying,” he asks, full of concern, worried someone did something or hurt you. his worries only grow when you shake your head and refuse to tell him. “C’mon baby it’s okay you can tell me.” 

You take a deep breath wiping your tears and face him “They’re gonna kick me out.” You cry out, Joel’s face frowning confused 

“Who baby?” 

“They! Everyone. Jackson, Maria. I fucking don’t know who does it specifically! ” Joel looks at you, trying to piece together what you’re saying. 

“Why would they kick you out?.” 

You stop cry a little and sit up, “This morning at breakfast I put my dirty plate in the wrong place I put it with the bowls Joel, the bowls! I was gonna fix it but then the girls started talking to me and lead me out talking about girls night out and what time to meet and I didn’t get chance to go back.” Joel stared at you with wide eyes at your babbled confession, he tried to hold in his laughter not wanting to upset you more. 

“Baby they ain’t gonna kick you out because of that okay I promise.” you look at him sniffling, 

“Really?” Joel nodded reassuring you

“Yea it was just an accident, sweet girl it didn’t hurt anybody, I doubt they even noticed.” 

You stop crying and lay down cuddling against him, “ok, but if they kick me you out I’m telling you I told you so.” Joel smiles laughing a little as you closed your eyes slowly falling asleep. 

Joel relaxes as you calm down. He thinks about it and realizes he’s never seen you drunk, he’s seen you drink here and there but never enough to let your guard know, not like this. It makes me happy that he had found a place for you and Ellie, that was safe, and you could relax, He knew that the both of you had been through so much and were forced to grow up fast. It was times like this when he remembers just how young you were, still in your twenties. 

He rubs your head on his shoulder, lying down; he thinks about how he would take care of you every day if it gave you a chance to have a somewhat normal young adulthood. He closes his eyes to sleep, and it’s quiet for a few minutes until he heard your voice again. 

“Joel. I think I need to throw up.” Joel laughs a little before sitting up to help you. 

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Bonus: Joel woke up early to go to the dining hall hoping to grab some of your favorite breakfast foods, he was placing the food in a to go container when he hears a group of whispering behind him. 

“god he’s so hot,” he turns around and sees the group of girls you were with last night; he sees them looking fresh and awake and wonders how they weren’t hungover. he turns back and continues getting your food but they continue whispering.

 “aww he’s getting her hangover food, I wish I had a sexy older man taking care of me.” 

Joel shakes his head but continued ignoring them, moving over to get some coffee. 

“I know I bet he fucks her so good.” Joel eyes widen at the comment and spills the hot coffee on the table and a little on his hand, cursing under his breath. he starts cleaning up when Tommy walks over, making joel jump slightly as he playfully slaps his shoulder. 

“Jesus Joel why are you so jumpy just came to check on your girl.” Joel relaxes and continues filling up the coffee cups. 

“It's - Im fine, she’s fine I actually need to go check on her now.” he answers quickly, trying to leave the dining hall before he hears anymore of their conversations but not fast enough. 

“No, he’s definitely the #1 DILF here. Do you see him?” 

“We don’t even know if he has kids. ”

“He doesn’t have to have kids to be a daddy.” 

Tommy and Joel overhear their conversation as the girls walk by, Joel feels his face starts getting red, wondering how much you told them last night. 

“Were-are they talking about you?” Tommy asks but Joel just shakes his head and heads towards the door. 

“I gotta check on her, know she’s gonna a bad hangover. I'll see you later Tommy” he says as he leaves out the door, hoping to forget that whole situation ever happened. 

[tamiiii46]

i was wandering if i could request a annabeth x femreader angst without a happy ending? Like for refrence annabeth breaks it off between them and the reader like dies if that makes sense???? Anyways dont feel pressured to and thank you for your time<3

Okayyy sure. This is kind of my first time writing so it might not be good. After this, please send some tips on how i could improve.

Enjoy😭

You slam your cabin door, tucking yourself in bed as your feelings overwhelm you. You feel tears building up in your eyes as you try to prevent them falling.

Unknowingly, you started to sob.

Annabeth had meant a lot to you, and she had said she cared for you too. If so, why had she shut you out, why would she broke things of so abruptly. It was like you were talking to a completely different person, her eyes had lost their sparkle, and she was nothing but rude and impertinent.

She had been so happy a few hours before, but you hadn't known what had gone wrong. Before you could think more on the matter you noticed one of your cabinmates stirring in their sleep. You decided to quiet down and sleep it off.

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The next morning, you woke up tired and sad. A lot of your friends had noticed and found it weird. You were always so energetic and bubbly. Eventually, you just started to ignore all the worried glances coming your way. Until you were approached by two close friends.

"Y/n are you okay?"

You looked up to saw Percy with a worried looking Grover by his side. You let out a huff of frustration and sadness, building up the discipline to not break down in tears.

"Im okay, just having a bad day" you said giving them a tight lipped smile.

They didnt seem to believe you much as Grover placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Are you sure?" Grover asked, his voice filled with uncertainty. You nodded quietly and for a few minutes, you three stood there in awkard silence; Grover's hand still on your shoulder.

Grover cleared his throat, making you arch an eyebrow. He elbowed Percy in the gut, very obviously hinting him to say something. Percy grunted out, giving Grover a dirty look.

"Does this have anything to do with Annabeth?" You were quiet as you looked at anything but them. You eyes soon started to water as your two friends pulled you into a comforting hug. She appreciated them, but she didnt want anyone seeing her weak.

"Thanks guys for your support, but i need some space to properly process this." You broke aways from them, not waiting for a response.

Walking back to your cabin, you bump into someone making you fall flat on your ass. You apologize quickly to the person looking up. Only to come face to face with Annabeth. You both stared into the others eyes. Before anyone of you could say a word, loud screams were heard. You both ran towards them.

Running up to Percy and Grover, your eyes come in contact with a Minotaur. The stench of rotten flesh wafts around the air, making you scruch your nose.

The monstrous creature roared out, its skin rough and dirty. With its head bent low, and nostrils flared, it charged towards Annabeth. Without thinking you did the only thing that came to your mind at the time.

You grabbed a spear from Grover running directly at the half human half bull. You got on top of the wild beast, stabbing it in its back. The Minotaur started to aggressively move around, desperately trying to throw you off of itself. Your legs lose their bearing around its torso as your hands grip tightly onto the spear.

You hope for the best as your body is left flinging around in the air. For a moment it became fun, until the spear slips out of your fingers. You grasp the air for a surface, grabbing onto the Minotaurs left horn. The terrifying creature turns its head to the side, throwing your chest directly unto its right horn.

You cry out in pain as tears fall past you eyes. The Minotaur shakes its head in hopes of getting you off its horn. This sends you flying into a wooden table, breaking it into pieces, leaving you bleeding out onto the grass.

The last thing you hear is hurried footsteps and Annabeth yelling out your name.

Then everything goes black.

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GUYSS

My first storyy. Idk if it's good or not, but i think i tried.

It's kind if short, but who cares.

Send more requests.

Thanks for reading, and please dont foget to send your tips on how i could write better.

Or other ways you would like me to write...

Bye😘

[lmkwritings]

I’m not sure you’re open or still interested in lmk but I bring a request!

Can I have a headcannon where reader is sweet but has really bad luck? ( Like she would almost get hit by a car, incoming ball to the face, tripping, accidentally falling down the stairs, bumping into furniture or people, and light poles, flower pots or signs almost falling on her. And not just her getting hurt but generally things that won’t work with her like a soda getting stuck in a vending machine, losing her wallet and opening a bag of chips but it gets ripped apart instead and falls over to the ground. )

People actually avoid her cause they’re afraid it’ll spread to them and it makes her lonely but accepts this because this is her life now..

So I was wondering if the traffic light group ( Mk, Mei and redson ) and wukong ( or maybe I’ll do him in a separate request so I don’t overwhelm you 😅) actually found this out by hanging out with her and does everything to protect her or put her out of harms way? ( I thought this idea was cute and funny so I hope it’ll be fun for you! )

i like you.

it had just been any other normal day, until;

⭐️ MK 💫

A baseball came flying for your head.

it had been quick, with the slightest shift of his foot, MK swung his staff like a bat, the loud “CRACK!” of his staff slamming against the ball your only warning.

it left you staring at him in silent awe, the fact he had caught it in time before it hit you, and in awe over the fact that he had Hit it.

he whirled towards you with a swish, and a frenzied look in his eyes, the loud(er) crack of his staff leaving a crater on the sidewalk as he dropped it dragged your gaze down.

not for long though.

“are you alright?!”

a smile made its way across your face slowly.

🐉 Mei 🐉

A potted plant came tumbling down, struck you upon the shoulder.

it had been sudden, and made a sharp cry leave your throat, causing Mei to whirl around in a panic, rushing to your side and hands fluttering in a panic around the wounded area.

“i’m okay- it’s okay-“ you whispered, gripping your arm just below the swelling skin.

she caught onto your pain, and called her bike.

“it’s okay babe, it’s alright, i’m taking you to the hospital okay? your gonna be okay.” you smiled in a strained manner, and she wrapped an arm delicately around you.

“i’m gonna take care of you, okay?

♦️Red son🔥

A crumbling building came down atop you.

you couldn’t stop it- you were mortal, helping evacuate the area. red son, your boyfriend, however..

he grunted, face screwing up before he forced his eyes open, giving you a strained smile. he stood above you, the heavy metal and walls lay atop his shoulders, alight with the blaze that was his hair and crumbling around him.

it was like a small pocket of air around you both, but that air was running out with his flames.

“take a breath. good, another. another, hold.” when you did as told, he grunted, and then you watched him strain, watched his teeth grit, and then the building started trembling, more rubble rained around you both.

he took a deep breath, you felt the air grow sweltering hot, you wanted to breathe, but squeezed your eyes shut and let red son do his thing.

you felt more rubble rain down, heard the low creaking groan of the metal and the large office building and then, sounds.

“you guys okay?!” “redson! (y/n)?!”

then there were arms around you and you realized you had passed out from the heat. oops.

“i’ve got you darling, it’s alright. your safe with me.”

———

:)

[lemontreefantasy]

Uhh, you said requests are open. Yay!

Can I please requests reader experiencing their 'first time' with San? I feel like he would make an amazing 'first ever' bf.

Thank you, can't wait to see what you write.

Bye xx

First Timer (c.s)

pairing: san x f!reader

genre: boyfriend san, smut, fluff if you squint

wc: 2.4k

warnings: explicit sexual content, oral, nicknames, minors DNI.

summary: one night, a cheeky surprise from your boyfriend leads to your first time with him while on a cabin trip with his other friends.

Winter was slowly approaching; the trees slowly lost their browning leaves and the grass became less green as the days went by. This was usually the time where hongjoong would invite everyone to his cabin in the woods to spend a few days away from reality, however this would be your first time going with your boyfriend, San.

Yeosang and Jongho hauled the suitcases out the minivan while hongjoong helped wooyoung prepare everyone's dinner. Meanwhile, mingi and yunho set up the fireplace and wooyoung showed you and san to your room. You couldn't lie, even though this was your first time in a wooden cabin, it was pretty huge. The varnished wooden floors, plush bedding and dimmed lights made the room feel quite cozy.

"Well, this is your room, try not to keep us up at night" and with a cheeky smile and a wink, wooyoung left the two of you alone.  That was until you could hear a faint noise coming from the corridor.

"Hey y/n did you pack your entire apartment in here? holy shit." There came jongho dragging your stuff into the room.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry," you whined "you should have let me take it out!"

"Too late" yunho smiled.

After settling in, everyone gathered to have dinner. You have to say, the boys did not cheap out. They grilled meat, made all kinds of stews, popped many bottles of soju and still had enough room for ramen. After which, it was wooyoung's great idea to watch horror movies.

"Please wooyoung, literally anything besides horror"

"Ah but why not? It'll be fun y/n! Alright, rock paper scissors. If i win, we watch horror movies but if I lose, you have to buy me meat when we go back home. Deal?"

"Ughh, okay fine, deal."

"Rock, paper, scissors!" the both of you chant.

"YESSSS!! Hahaaaa,"

What do you see? To your demise, you wince as you realise you've lost, with you choosing paper and wooyoung choosing scissors. You know you're in for a rough time as horror movies give you nightmares, especially the paranormal ones. However, being the good sport that you are, you decided to stay in the living room instead of hiding in your room, and luckily for you, you can hide in San's chest until its all over. Crawling over to him on the sofa, you grab a blanket and climb to his side. You hug him tightly and bury your face in his shoulder when he quietly whispers to you so no one else can hear,

"Don't worry princess, I'm right here. You don't have to watch if you don't want to," he wraps an arm around you pulling you close. He’s all too familiar with having to take your phonecalls at 3am just because you had a bad dream. He knew just how to take care of you, to soothe you, to comfort you. This is why you loved him so much.

The night passes by with you peeking out from the blanket ever so often. San can't help but chuckle when he notices. You feel a bit embarrassed as you jump for almost every jumpscare but he tries his best to comfort you by keeping his grip on your waist as tight as possible, just to make you feel safe. He’s never had you this close to him for such a long period of time. San tries his utmost best to keep his composure next to you but he couldn’t help but get turned on by how you clung to him when you were scared shitless. He felt an instant rush of blood when you unconsciously brought your knee between his legs and almost stiffened at the movement.

"It's okay don't worry" he smiles down at you.

But something's off.

You notice San's chest heaving a bit and his breathing is bit heavier. ‘Is he scared too? Is he stifled from you being all up on him all night?’ you think to yourself.

"Hey baby, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I am, why?

"No, I mean... I just... you seem a bit, uncomfortable?"

Under the blanket, he takes your hand from his chest and slowly drags it downwards, not to draw much attention to the both of you. That's when you feel something hard near his legs. Trying to keep your composure, you look him in his eyes,

"Does that answer your question?"

Your eyes widen but you dare not look him in the face. With the other boys now halfway into dreamland or even snoring at this point, san tilts his head towards you and places a sweet peck on your cheek.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

You carefully lift yourself from the sofa, trying not to wake anyone else up and motioned to san to follow you to your room.

~

There was dead silence in the room. San knew that you were a virgin so he never made many advances towards you unless you did first. Out of respect, he told you that he would wait until you were ready, no matter how long it was. You told him how scared you were because you heard so many stories of other people having painful first-times and it honestly deterred you from having sex. But you loved san. You loved how he cared for you, how he respected you and how he was not afraid of expressing his emotions towards you… and most of all, how gentle he was with you, your emotions and your body.  Many of your past dates were too rough and extreme and often times you couldn’t handle it and felt like giving up dating for good. You were never the person to enjoy one-night stands or blind dates and nothing ever blossomed from such things. You knew san was a gem, your gem, and you wanted to give him everything tonight.

You walked over to a blue, velvet slipper chair to the corner of the room. With san’s wrist in your hand, you pulled him to sit and seated yourself in his lap and immediately felt his bulge rubbing against your heat through your shorts.

“Baby, you get me so worked up. You know that right?” he whispers to you, grasping your chin in his fingers.

You nod your head and exchanged a few wet, sloppy kisses before moving to his neck. San took this as his cue to break contact with you and pull hist shirt off. Continuing your ministrations down his chest, you lower yourself to the foot of the chair and grabbed his shorts, slowly pulling them off with a bit of help.

Even though you were a virgin, that didn’t stop you from sucking the sweet cum out of his cock every now and again.

As it sprung free from his briefs, it was almost as if you were now the huntress and he was your prey.

You took his length into your hands pumped it a few times, smiling at him before you gave him little kitten licks to his head. You feel his cock twitch and he leans against the back of the chair, eyes fluttering closed as he assumes his position. With legs spread and one arm in your hair, you lower your mouth on his cock, slowly taking him in your throat inch by inch.

“F- fuck baby, that feels so fucking good”

His moans were like music to your ears and only fueled you more. You bob your head up and down his shaft, occasionally twisting your head to the side and sometimes licking stripes from his balls up to the underside of his shaft. By now your lips were slick and messy with your spit. You loved being his little cock slut and him guiding your head to get him off only turned you on more. Pulling away from his member, strings of saliva still connected to it, San grips your chin and sticks his thumb in your mouth.

“Look at you, my princess getting all messy for just for me. Now it’s my turn to please you baby,” and with that he pulls you from the floor.

Soon enough you’re lying on the bed with a hungry, lustful san hovering above you. Although he couldn’t wait to touch you, he paced himself as he was in no rush. There was nobody to disturb the both of you so tonight was solely to take his time with you.

You both exchanged wet kisses, with san seemingly taking charge this time. Almost as if it was a reward for sucking him off. You felt his hand dive into your pajama shorts, rubbing slow circles over your clothed heat.

“I want it”

“Tell me what you want my love”

“I want you. I want everything.”

His expressions change and he asks you with all seriousness, “Are you sure you want to go all the way?”

“Yes, please I need you, san”

“Okay, but I need you to take this off for me first darling,” he grips your top, slowly pushing it over your head. Your shorts follow soon after and you’re left in a pink set of lacy underwear and bra.

“So pretty, I didn’t know you could look this cute princess”

He doesn’t bother to take your bra off, but pulls it down to reveal your chest. You shy away at first but san swoops in for another kiss while he moves your hands above your head. You breathe a sigh of pleasure as san latches onto your nipple, licking and sucking like your newborn child. He makes his way down and kisses between your legs and your heat before sliding off your panties. You were now completely bare in front of san. Diving into your core, he licked a slit up to your clit which made you cry out. He parted your legs further with either hand holding your knees open, spread like a buffet for one. You let out a moan as he sucked on your sweet bud, sending you into a daze. He made sure to lick, kiss and suck every inch of your folds before sneaking a finger into your core, and then another as you began opening up to him. Your patience wore thin and you needed to feel him deep inside you.

“Come on baby, I need you”

“If you want to stop, just let me know, okay? I don’t want to hurt you” he whispered before placing a kiss on your lips.

He lined himself up to your entrance and slowly pressed himself into you. With ease, you let him in and you both let out a groan.

“Fucking hell baby, you’re so tight around me”

It took you a few seconds well to process this new feeling inside of you, literally. As soon as you were comfortable, you shifted your hips for san to move. With a few slow thrusts, he found that golden angle that hit the right spot that almost made you wake up the entire household.

“Fuck yes baby, right there!” you cried softly “that’s it.”

You wrap your legs around san as he thrusted into you, pounding that sweet spot of yours. Your moans egged him on and he quickened his pace. You feel the knot in your stomach coming undone as your grab onto his shoulders for support

“I think I’m close”

“Wait for me”

But you couldn’t hold it any longer. Your walls clenched around his cock and it instantly sent him into oblivion. Stifled moans and cries filled the air as you both reach your high; toes curled and eyes shut tight, you were sure to leave a few scratches on san’s back. San leans back and shoots his sweet release at your entrance, rubbing himself against your clit. You couldn’t help but notice how hot he looked. His broad shoulders towered over you as his head tilted back while he continued to stroke himself slowly. Seeing him like this gave you a gratification that nothing else could bring. After coming down from his high, he pushed himself off the bed to get a towel to clean you up and some water to rehydrate.

“Are you okay? Was it too much?” he asks.

“It felt a bit different at first, but then it just kept getting better,” you give him a shy smile, almost embarrassed by your own comment.

“Okay okay, I was a bit worried but that’s good” he smiled and looked up at you.

Soon enough you both find yourselves in each other’s arms. Taking a sharp inhale, you playfully breathed in San’s scent as he gently swiped his hand back and forth over the curve of your hip. In that moment you felt yourself drifting off to dreamland.

“Sleepy?”

“Mhm” you nod into his shoulder as you feel your body coming down from the adrenaline high.

“Sleep baby” he whispers in your ear while caressing your hair.

~

The next morning you find yourself up before san. You walked down the hallway and met the rest of the guys downstairs at the breakfast table but for some reason, they all seemed to steal awkward glances at you ever so often. When it came to your realization, you decided to address the elephant in the room.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, glancing the other cabin-mates.

Shooting each other some quick glances, wooyoung stepped forward to speak,

“Ah well, you see y/n, we heard some pretty strange noises from your room last night” he explained with a cheeky smile, “hopefully the poltergeist didn’t get you last night, right?” he chuckled.

“Or did he?” mingi asked, cocking an eyebrow and flashing a grin.

"Fuck, was it that loud?”

“I don’t know, you tell me. I heard the bedpost banging against my bedhead while I took a nap” seonghwa chimed in.

You totally forgot that not only had seonghwa gone to sleep early but him and hongjoong’s room was right next to yours and san’s. Mentally cursing yourself, you humbly apologized to your house mates, although they didn’t seem to mind. Sometimes they wondered how the both of you even got together as you and san seemed so shy around each other at first, but last night that perspective completely changed for them.

Soon enough, san greets you the boys and gives you a good morning kiss. He quietly asks in your ear if you’re okay to which you nod and smile.

“So how did you sleep last night, mister?” wooyoung asks, almost as if he’s somewhat jealous.

“It was great actually, why? Did you want to come check on me?” san teases wooyoung.

“I- uh, no” he rolls his eyes, “why would I do that.”

“You seem a bit concerned” san smiles while pouring himself a glass of orange juice, “from the looks of it you all seem concerned,” he glanced around, gulped his drink to completion and addressed everyone.

“Yes, we fucked last night. Any problems? Questions? Feel free to ask them now or forever hold thy peace”

The room erupts in chaos as they all begin hurling questions and comments at each other, and you begin to wonder if you have eight boyfriends or one. The fact that they all knew didn't bother you much, but let's be honest, you would do it all over again if you could.

~

a/n: i'm so sorry i took so long with this, i had an original idea and scrapped it but i hope y'all like my first post! please let me know what you think <3

[teaberrii]

Beach Volleyball and Underwater Kisses

Your eccentric aunt, Tsaritsa, opens a new resort and invites you for the grand opening and a lengthy stay. There, you meet three young managers who are at your every beck and call.

Scaramouche/Reader Childe/Reader Dottore/Reader Pantalone/Reader (Heck, I might as Pantalone to this series now since he's too pretty to resist)

Notes: Part of The Harbinger House (Light ver.) one-shot collection. Also on AO3.

Kudos to AquaFluffyCloud on Ao3 for the beach volleyball idea :) (Why do I feel a little ashamed I didn't think of that? LOL) She also suggested sea diving which sparked the underwater kisses idea. :D

Tag list: @fxckingsimp

“Lookin’ good, princess.”

You come out dressed in comfy shorts and a top that shows most of your stomach and midriff. Childe had invited you to a game of beach volleyball with Scaramouche and Dottore; it’s an offer you couldn’t refuse. So, here you are, standing in front of three shirtless men who look like they never missed arm or leg day and are eager to have you on their team. And, well, you aren’t wrong.

Scaramouche gives Childe a deadpan look. “Did you even ask whose team she wants to be on?”

“Mine, of course.”

Dottore looks at you. “Any thoughts?”

Not really. You don’t mind who you’re paired up with, but how they look at you makes you anxious. You’re about to suggest rock, paper, scissors when a familiar voice comes from behind you.

“Here’s an idea… what about guests versus employees?” Pantalone walks up beside you and smiles. “It’s good to see you again.”

Dottore looks from you to Pantalone. “...You two know each other?”

To their annoyance, Pantalone puts an arm around you. “We’re acquainted.” Scaramouche lightly tosses the ball up and down in his hand. When he notices Pantalone’s grip tighten around your shoulder, he smacks the volleyball in his direction. Pantalone catches it with ease and tucks it under his arm. His kind smile remains.

“Er… do you know each other?” you ask.

“We’re also acquainted,” Childe answers, giving the VIP a deadpan look.

Pantalone tosses the ball at Childe. “So, are we going to play or what?”

And that’s how you ended up on Pantalone’s team playing against Childe and Dottore. While it starts fun, you begin having a little trouble keeping up as they suddenly turn competitive.

Childe jumps for another spike but fakes it and lets Dottore take the point. You’re surprised at how well their teamwork is. Eventually, you successfully block a spike and score a point.

“Not bad, princess.”

Now, it’s who you give him a deadpan look. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Childe grins. “You’re better than I thought.”

You frown. Then, you feel a hand on your shoulder. Pantalone winks at you. “Let’s kick his ass, shall we?”

You smile and nod as you hear Childe yell, “Hey! I heard that!”

Scaramouche, Childe, and Dottore don’t know what to feel about your strangely good partnership with Pantalone. You give him a high five as you score another point.

Finally, Scaramouche can’t take it anymore and demands to switch with Childe. After a few plays and losing points to the new Scaramouche and Dottore pair, you look at Scaramouche, who gives Dottore a high five. You really can’t judge a book by its cover.

Scaramouche glances at you and smirks, and you feel your cheeks heat up. Moments later, you're sitting on the sand, the heat taking its toll on you. Then, finally, Pantalone walks over and leans down.

“You okay?”

You force a smile. “Aren’t you hot?”

It’s what he does next that makes you flush with embarrassment. Pantalone unbuttons his thin, short sleeve shirt, revealing his toned figure underneath. You’re taken aback by the action, but gosh, the man never misses his workouts. Your face heats up at the sight of his abs, and you finally look away.

Pantalone tilts your head back towards him and says, “...I don’t mind you staring,” which makes your heart race.

“Are you done with the strip show over there?”

You look past Pantalone and see Childe with his arms crossed. Pantalone tosses Childe his shirt, which he lets fall to the ground. But, instead of making a fuss, Pantalone turns back to you and extends his hand. You take it, and he pulls you to your feet… a little too hard that you end up flush against him. Your eyes widen, and you hear him whisper, “Now I’m feeling a little hot.”

You hear a loud cough, and you and Pantalone straighten up. Childe, Scaramouche, and Dottore are staring with an unamused look. Then, Childe grabs your hand. “You know what we can do to cool down?”

“...A water gun fight?” you muse. Suddenly, Childe picks you up bridal style and runs toward the ocean. You quickly wrap your arms around his neck. “What are you doing?!”

Childe winks at you. “Take a deep breath, princess.”

What? Why? Regardless, you do as you’re told. Then, he jumps into the ocean with you in his arms. Underwater, Childe releases you, and his hand wraps around your waist as you slowly float to the surface. You turn to him, and he cups your face and kisses you full on the mouth. He guides you to the surface, and you quickly break away as your head rises above.

Your arms are around him, and your neck is on his chin as you cough slightly. Childe chuckles, hugging you and gently patting your back. Then, as your emotions calm, you face him, and he gives you a wide playful smile. Your gaze falls to his lips. You aren’t sure why, but you want to kiss him again.

But you don’t have to. Because Childe does as if reading your mind, and you feel his hunger in full force. Your tongue slides into his mouth, falling prey to your emotions, and your legs wrap around him. Then, as you break away, panting softly, Childe kisses your nose.

“Hm… a little salty, but I’ll take it.”

You roll your eyes with a smile. Then, you let him go just as you feel someone's hands around your waist. Scaramouche pops up behind you. Now, it's his arms around you, and he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“...You’re making me jealous.” He's slightly pouting.

Childe rolls his eyes but decides to have some fun himself. He sandwiches you between the two of them and says jokingly, "I guess we could have a threesome."

Scaramouche grimaces and gives him a deadpan look. “Let us go.”

“Make me.” You look past him and see Pantalone and Dottore, who puts a finger to his lips. Then, Pantalone puts his arms under Childe’s and pries him off of you and Scaramouche. “Hey!”

“Get out while you still can,” Dottore says.

You and Scaramouche look at each other. Then, he takes your hand. “Ready for a swim?”

“Do I have a choice?” you ask, jokingly.

“Guess not.”

Scaramouche is the first to dive. Before you follow, you hear Childe ask loudly, “Why do you always have to ruin a good moment?”

[noteguk]

bro bad influence! jk and reader are 100% the type of couple to argue mid-sex i love this culture

They are!!!!

Taglist: @ft-multi @cryinginmypromdress @kooafraid @kissestothesky @dianaaviny @ggukkieland

[ ! ] this drabble is for “bad influence” — it can, however, be read as a standalone. 

— words; 1.8k

— contents and warnings; hmmm smut, semi-public sex, oral (m rec and mention of f rec), unprotected sex, dirty talk, mention of cum play, playfully “arguing” mid-sex, the endless adventures of bad boy!jk x good girl! reader

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“I can’t believe you, Jungkook,” your voice came out as an irritated murmur against the warm skin of his neck, barely interrupted by a soft whimper. “We’re gonna be late for class.”

His hand grew tighter around your thigh, pushing your leg higher up. Jungkook was buried deep between your folds, filling you up in every way that you loved, and yet you were a bit too paranoid to fully dive into those sensations. “Hmmm don’t care,” he groaned, the slaps of his skin against yours filling that small cabinet in a rhythmic symphony. Twice already, a broom had fallen on top of you, knocking you right on the forehead, and so you refused to let it go. That entire scene was ridiculous. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he moaned. 

You rolled your eyes, amazed at how he managed to ignore everything else but the feeling of your walls clenching around him. The fact that you two were having a quickie in the janitor’s closet, exactly fifteen minutes before your most important class, was bad enough as it was. Your escapade was far from heavenly, with the stiff air impregnated by the nauseating aroma of a hundred different chemical products, the annoyingly flickering lightbulb over you, and, as stated, the paraphernalia that was knocked over every time Jungkook’s thrusts got a little too rough. 

“God, why are you like this?” you complained. 

He hummed, his fingers digging into your flesh. You could tell that Jungkook was starting to lose himself in you, for the roll of his hips started to get slower, less coordinated, as they always did when he was trying to prolong his pleasure. “Like what?” He breathed out.

You leaned your head back against the wall, looking at those devilish eyes of his. Jungkook’s hair was a mess, exploding around his head like a failed scientific experiment, and you knew that one look was all it took to know that it was sex hair. “Why do you always have to pick the worst time to do this stuff?” you clarified. 

He scoffed. “Excuse me, princess, I think it was you who locked us in here,” he said. He wasn’t wrong, but, to be fair, you weren’t expecting that your make-out session would escalate to that. Then again, you were often naive when it came to his antics. “Now stay quiet or people are going to hear you.”

“Fuck off,” you whispered — whispered, because he was right. You had been controlling your moans and whimpers fairly well, but your normal speaking voice wasn’t a good idea either. There was no way to lock the room from the inside, and anyone could open that door at any given second. 

Jungkook smirked like he knew what you were thinking about — that fucked-out, greek god smirk that had your knees weak for a second. His face was bathed by the golden light from the bulb, dripping in shadows and lustful gazes. “Wrong answer,” he teased. “You were supposed to say ‘Oh, Jungkook, I can’t keep quiet when you’re fucking me so well’.”

As if to prove his claim, Jungkook placed his face on the crook of your neck and pressed himself even deeper inside you. The feeling of his cock stretching you open was intoxicating, and the timid moan you let out was enough to make him throb inside you, gasping against the sweet scent of your hair. 

Still, you wouldn’t bulge. “Gooood, shut up, please,” you whined, interlacing your fingers in his hair. There was a thin layer of sweat on his nape, the expected result from fucking in a hot, closed-off enviroment. “Are you close?”

“Yeah, almost there,” he moaned, picking his pace back up. You had to bite your lip to suppress a particularly loud moan after one of his hands slithered up your abdomen and grabbed your clothed breast, playing with it as he continued to seek his own high. His other hand still had its iron grip on your thigh, keeping your leg up as he continued to pound himself in and out of your wet heat. “Fuck, I love these skirts you wear. Easy access.” 

“You’re such a caveman,” you said. Jungkook was breathing heavy against your ear, fighting for air as he mumbled sweet nothings just for you. You were almost overtaken by him — the pounding of his cock inside your pussy, his delicious moans and curses, the praises that he threw your way for being so good for him. Almost. “Don’t cum inside.”

Jungkook visibly tensed up at your request. You could tell that some part of his primitive brain was thinking of repeating one of his past endeavours — one that he came inside you, and made you walk around campus with his cum in you for the rest of the day. It was really hard to keep an upper hand when Jungkook was always knowingly smirking at you from across the room, loving the way that only the two of you knew of that little nasty secret. 

(Miraculously, it was one of the few times that he didn’t feel slightly jealous when he saw you talking to other guys, but you didn’t have to know that). 

Still, you weren't wearing pants that day, so the whole ordeal wouldn’t be so easy to hide. 

A small whimper left his throat as he leaned forward, placing a wet kiss against your lips. You were looking at him with those big, doll-like eyes of yours, and he couldn’t refuse your request even if he wanted to fill you up so bad. “Awn, you’re so mean,” he whined, forehead touching yours. Every shove of his cock inside you had you bouncing up and down against the wall, that stupid broom threatening to tilt once again. “Can I cum in your mouth, baby?”

You hummed, trying to torture him with a fake thinking session. “Don’t know…” You hesitated. Jungkook cursed against your shoulder, his cock throbbing inside you once again. “Do you have gum?”

“Jesus, woman,” he complained, almost choking on his own pleasure. “Yeah, I have gum. Can I do it?”

You smiled. “Suit yourself.” You had to use all the force inside you to place your hands on his shoulders and push him away. Jungkook almost sobbed when he pulled himself out of your heat, his cock glistening with your wetness, swollen and reddened. “And cum quickly or I’ll kill you.” 

You got to your knees before Jungkook had the chance to respond, your hand wrapping around his base and pumping him tentatively. He bucked his hips towards you, hissing at the sensitivity. “Listen, I’m really fucking close,” he told you, “and I don’t think you’d fancy a facial right now, so stop with that teasing.” 

You chuckled at his comment, fumbling closer to him. “You know me too well.” 

With that, you wrapped your lips around his tip, sinking his member inside your mouth until it almost reached your throat. Jungkook cried out in delight, louder than he had the entire time, and you were sure any passing strangers had heard him. 

Yet your paranoia was forgotten when he started talking. 

“Fuck, that’s it,” he moaned, placing his hand on the back of your head and tugging at your hair. Jungkook guided your movements with little force, watching as you had your fun around his cock — sucking and slurping him like it was the best thing in the world, the tears that accumulated at the corners of your eyes looking like a divine gift to him. “God, I love when you suck my cock, fuck—“ 

You moaned around him, the vibrations feeling like heaven to the boy. With a few more pumps of your mouth around him, Jungkook was coming undone with a loud hiss and a desperate buckle of his hips, calling out your name as he released his cum inside you. “Swallow everything,” his voice was hoarse as he told you that, meeting your watery eyes as you fought to drink every drop of his cum that you could. Jungkook smirked at your efforts, fingers caressing your scalp as you finished cleaning him up. “Good girl.” 

You sighed happily at his praise, taking his hand as he helped you back on your feet. You could only hope that your knees wouldn’t be red by the time that you arrived at your classroom.

“Love watching you with my cock in your mouth, baby.” Jungkook leaned closer to you, wrapping his arms on your lower back. He gifted you with a quick peck on the lips, still breathing hard against your mouth. “I hate that you don’t let me snap a picture.” 

You laughed at that, running one hand through his messy hair in an attempt to save it a bit. In the end, you decided it would be better if he just pushed it back. “I’m not an idiot, believe it or not.” You smiled. “Gum?”

Jungkook nodded and reached for his jacket’s pocket. “Here you go.” He handed you the small colorful wrapping. You promptly threw a piece in your mouth, humming at the sweet taste. He pouted. “You’re going to class like this? You didn’t cum, baby.” 

“I’m aware,” you told him, fixing your panties and skirt. Jungkook didn’t seem to worry about the state of his pants, though, because he didn’t follow your movements. “But I’m not gonna be late to this class, today’s topic is half of what’s gonna be on the test. Pick me up after the lesson and maybe you can deal with my delayed orgasm situation. If I’m feeling nice.” 

Jungkook smirked, pulling your body closer to his. “Hmmm, love when you boss me around.”

He kissed you again and, when the kiss started to get a bit too long for your liking, you pushed him away. “Jungkook, listen, I have two fucking minutes—“ 

“Okay, okay, go.” He rolled his eyes, noticing that his attempts at prolonging your little escapade wouldn’t be fruitful. Jungkook stepped back so he could tug himself back inside his underwear, and you turned around to open the door. As your fingers were curling around the handle, he made sure to add, “Don’t exhaust your wrist with all those notes, princess, you’re gonna need it later.” 

And of course he smacked your ass when you walked out. 

~

Thirty minutes after your class was over, Jungkook was happy to have his face buried between your thighs, eating you out on the backseat of his car. Suddenly, it seemed as if you weren’t so worried about being caught, because he never heard you moan so loud. 

He made a mental note to do that more often.

~

BAD INFLUENCE COLLECTION

[scarlet-ancunin]

Given its October 1 and the spooky setting is upon us I think spook requests are in Order huh?

Request: ian Wright x male reader where R convinces Ian to go to a hunted house it leads to in clinging to Reader arm the entire night. Give me literally the fluffiest shit you got bestie

Mini fic here we go haha (Spooky Fic)

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Hold My Hand Please

You got two tickets to the haunted theme park because they said to have the best haunted house there so you got two tickets for you and you lover Ian who actually didn't like hunted anything.

You waited for Ian to check Ziggy to rush to everyone and said "guys can you help me convince Ian to come with me to the Haunted House they said its really scary and i kinda want Ian to go with me."

Ben thought about it while sitting beside Addison who laughed along with Jenn "good luck" "come guys I'll even buy you lunch for two days." Ben looked at you "make it three and you got a deal" "fine three"

During lunch break ben was scrolling through his phone "heyy a haunted house just opened up in that theme park we should go honey" he looked at Addison who looked at him annoyed "no besides it will be more fun if we go in a group"

Ian was silent the whole time "why not me and Ian go with you two" Addison sat up "you know that would be great if you two show up" Ian shakes their head "absolutely not im not going" you pout "please love besides it will be fun and uh they are coming to" Ian glares at you "I'm not going" Jenn snickers "your just scared" Ian looked at Jen "I am not i just think its stupid" they said looking away.

"Sounds alot like im scared" Ben said and Ian pouts suddenly "ugh fine i go to this stupid thing only to prove im not scared." They said defiantly. You lean down kissing them softly. "It will be great"

You didn't expect Jenn or Magic to be there with Ben and Addison Ian said they forgot their wallet in the car going to get it so they didnt know everyone was there. You giggle "if you all had to come at least leave the Haunted House for me and Ian" Magic laughed "well we will be waiting by the end to see their face try to record their reaction" Ben said laughing.

They rushed off quickly blending in with the crowd once Ian came. "Looks like they stood us up....well while we are here lets do the haunted house first it just up there." Ian decides not to wear their glasses going here not wanting to lose them. "Uh sure" you walked with them up the little hill before stopping at the gate to give the man or rather zombie the ticket.

You noticed Ian stare at the "zombie" before leaning close to you. You smirk and pulled them close kissing them softly on the lips. "Come on love they are fake"

Ian was clinging to you so tightly that people could mistaken you both as one person. They made cute yelps when a jump scare happens out of nowhere. "Why did i agree to this" they would say and holding you close laying their head on your chest.

Ian kissed your cheek before nuzzling their face to your neck. "This place is giving me the creeps y/n" they said only to yelp when an ugly woman pops out of nowhere and you pulled them closer to you "we are almost at the exit" you promised them.

The last part of the haunted house had some ugly looking monster run after them and you turned around to see it coming and run as well realizing Ian was already ahead of you. The fear bumping more blood to your heart and you tried not to laugh at how quick your lover was out. You was behind them by a few seconds just in time to see everyone on the other side watching gripping his chest and panting their hair was slightly messed up.

You pat their back "love its okay it over" he flips you off and then points it towards their friends who was laughing. "Ah Ian that was not so bad" you said laughing and pulling them closer and kissing them on the cheek

They were all sitting in a little bar area within the theme park near some other things. Ian had their head resting against your shoulder having a cute pout still. "Come on love i promised you i will not leave you alone and you have to admit it was fun-" "and scary" they interrupted and you chuckle and moved so you was looking at them and kissed them deeply they blush lightly but responded with the same urge.

"Well we still have a few hours we can play some of these games around here maybe i can win something cute" you said smiling proudly. Ian held you close as you both walked towards a booth.

You and Ian's friend watching "they really are cute together" Addison said smiling and Jenn agreed. "Yea, both are nerds" Ben said and Magic chuckled lightly.

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Taglist: @justaproudslytherpuff, @sherazyjade, @the-masked-scorpio, @sugakookieswithacupoftae16, @happilydangerousworld, @harlekin6, @matthew-s-j

[emmyhem]

stormy fears & feelings (l.r.h)

a/n: hey everyone! here’s “stormy fears & feelings”, this is a nonfamous au with roommate!luke. (unedited as usual) this was really fun to write, i intended for it to be short and sweet but i ended up writing for longer than i had originally planned. anyway, i hope you enjoy and are having a great day/night/whatever. i appreciate any and all feedback, and as always my messages are always if you want to chat or anything :) thank youuuu - emmy <33

pairing: roommate!luke hemmings x fem!reader 

summary: a thunderstorm leaves you awake and scared, and going to your standoffish roommate, who you happen to have an extremely inconvenient crush on for comfort may be your only option to get a good night of sleep. 

warning(s): cursing, extremely minor injury, minor angst if you squint

word count: 5k

It really was an awful idea. In any other case it wouldn’t have even crossed your mind, but you had been on edge all week for no specific reason and thunderstorms had always spooked you. 

The storm had started unexpectedly. If you had known earlier you would have ran to the store to buy Nyquil before going to bed, but with it sneaking up on you, you were huddled under your blankets, eyes squeezed impossibly tight in hopes to drown out the loud crashes and blinding flares of light flooding your bedroom window. 

When the thought originally passed through your head it was more of an internal sarcastic remark than a possible solution. 

 I mean, you had been living with your roommate, Luke for over 4 months now, but you weren’t really friends. You would occasionally chat with him if you were both up and about around the apartment, which was pretty rare seeing as Luke seemed to avoid you for the most part. Hurrying out of a room when you entered, ending conversations quickly, and always being conveniently busy when you had attempted to make plans to get to know each other better. Your living arrangement had only come to be because you had heard through a friend he was looking for a roommate at the same time that you had happened to be on the lookout for a new place. Your relationship consisted mainly of half-hearted greetings and subtle avoidances of each other. So, going to him for comfort wasn’t a viable option to soothe your nerves. 

Even if you did, what would you expect him to do? 

Sit up with you? No, not when you knew he had to wake up early for work. 

Talk you down? He wouldn’t even know what to say in the first place, your typical conversations were made up of checking if there was still coffee, or deciding whose turn it was to do the dishes. 

Offer up a space in his bed? Absolutely not. That was the most unthinkable of them all. If it wasn’t for the fact that Luke had always seemed pretty adamant with his personal space, sometimes tensing up if you even sat too close to him on the couch. Your annoying and inconvenient crush that had started the day you moved in, just wouldn’t allow the two of you to be in such close quarters without your heart racing and your head dizzying.  

It was out of the question, end of discussion. 

With that being said it only took one more boom of thunder to have you shoot up from your bed and pad quietly into the hallway, with fuzzy sock clad feet and a large quilt wrapped tightly around your shoulders. 

You stared at his bedroom door hesitantly until the next strike, during which you knocked ever so lightly and muttered a soft,

 “Luke,”

After a minute and no reply you resorted to giving up on your plan and heading to the kitchen to drink a cup of tea, in hopes it may help. The idea was good enough, but you had failed to consider the noise that comes along with it. And as if the whistling of the kettle and clattering of the mugs wasn’t enough, the next roar of thunder sent you into a shock causing you to stub your toe on the corner of the cabinet and let out a pained yelp. You quickly slapped a hand over your mouth and sunk to the floor to assess the damage as you heard rustling and a door opening from the hall. 

Luke was in the kitchen in a matter of seconds, his long legs carrying him there within just a few steps. He hit a light switch, causing the kitchen to glow a dim yellow. 

“Y/n, you alright?” he grumbled, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he approached your crouched position on the floor. 

“Yea, yea I’m okay. Sorry, I woke you up.” you responded, mentally kicking yourself for causing such a disruption. 

“S’alright. What’s goin’ on? Why are you up?” he spoke, offering you a hand to pull yourself up. 

You accepted it, trying your hardest to ignore how warm it felt, and how easily it enveloped your own as you returned to your feet. 

“Uh, I just had a hankering for chamomile.” you lied. You really should’ve thought this through. Now that he was standing in front of you, admitting your fear of thunderstorms seemed daunting. You were an adult for chrissakes, an adult that was left shaking at the mere thought of a considerably common weather phenomenon.  

His eyebrows tugged in confusion as he glanced between you and the kettle. 

“Did you knock at my door a couple minutes ago?” he questioned as you watched the window over the sink nervously. 

Your eyebrows raised a bit at the inquiry.

“Thought I heard something, but then I figured I must’ve just imagined it. Y’know, woken myself up.” he continued. 

“Um, yep that was me.” you admitted, turning your back to him in hopes to hide your embarrassment. 

“So, was there a reason, or?” 

“Right, yea a reason.” you paused, searching for an excuse in your drowsy and distracted brain. “I wondered if you wanted a cup.” 

“In the middle of the night?” your subconscious deadpanned as your face scrunched in displeasure. 

You turned back around to face him, holding a mug out for him. 

Confusion and a glint of amusement was painted across his features as he spoke, 

“You wanted to know if I wanted a cup of tea,” he peeked at the clock behind you. “at 2:30 in the morning?” 

As you opened your mouth to defend your admittedly bad excuse another crash of thunder rumbled from the sky, causing your body to jump in fear and your hand to release its grip on the ceramic mug. Luke took a step back just in time as it shattered to pieces on the floor. 

You brought two shaky hands to your face and pressed yourself against the cabinet, cowering as far back as possible. 

“Hey, s’okay. It’s just thunder.” Luke said, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

You peeked out through your hands before dropping them from your face all together. 

Realization sparked on his face as your eyes met his. 

“Are you afraid of thunderstorms?” Despite his tone being soft, sweet even, you were sure he was making fun of you. 

“I-uh, no. No I’m not.” you rushed out, attempting to push past him and scurry into your bedroom. 

“Y/n, the glass.” he warned, his grip on your shoulder tightened, not allowing you to move. 

“Was that why you knocked earlier?” 

You nodded, hesitantly your eyes dropping to the floor. 

“I don’t know why, I just- thunderstorms have freaked me out since I was little and I normally would take something to help me fall asleep, but I didn’t have anything and...I shouldn’t even have tried to wake you up in the first place, there’s nothing you could do and we aren’t even friends or anything. Probably don’t even like me, I mean you can hardly even stand to be in the same room as me. Anyways I’ll be fine, lemme clean this up and then i’ll just head to my ro-” you rambled, not even pausing to take a breath. 

“You think I don’t like you?” he interrupted. 

Fuck. Was the scare so intense oxygen had been cut off from your brain? Why would you say all that? He didn’t need to know that you took notice of the fact that he avoided your company like the plague. 

Instead of responding you opted for grabbing the dustpan, the sooner the floor was clean the sooner you could get back to your room. Where you would sit awake in fear, by yourself for the rest of the night, no doubt replaying this embarrassing interaction over and over again. 

Luke stood seemingly frozen as you kneeled down beside him attempting to gather the broken shards, which was proving to be difficult with such shaky hands. 

With another bolt of lightening your hand shuddered and slipped from the brush, hitting a shard and slicing a thin cut on the pad of your pointer finger. 

“Shit” you hissed, dropping the dustpan to examine the tiny gash. 

Luke’s head snapped in your direction, eyes immediately filling with concern. 

“Ow” you whined quietly. 

He dropped down next to you and took the finger into his hands. 

“You should clean this out, I’ll finish this up.” he nodded to the remaining glass. 

“I can get it.” you protested. “You should get to bed, you have to work tomorrow.” you continued, making your way to the sink. 

“So do you.” he responded flatly, already finishing up cleaning as you looked around for a band aid. When you finally located the box of bandages Luke was behind you. 

“Lemme see.” he said, taking one from the box while he examined your finger. 

You watched his face intently as he carefully wrapped your cut with squinted eyes and a small pout. 

You had never seen Luke during the night. There was a certain softness to him that was completely foreign to you, one that made the thought of cuddling into him seem far too appealing for your liking. 

“I do like you, y/n.” he broke you out of your thoughts, uttering it so quietly you thought you may have imagined it. 

You nodded in acknowledgement, not knowing how to respond without further embarrassing yourself. 

“I’m sorry I made you think I didn’t” 

At this point he had finished bandaging you up which made the fact that he was still standing a mere inches apart from you with his hand wrapped around yours, all the more affecting. 

“M’sorry I even brought it up, I’m just tired cause of the storm, and apparently I lose a filter with no sleep.”

His hand lightly squeezed yours as you spoke, and the butterflies that erupted in your stomach as he did so told you it was time to go back to your room. You gingerly tugged your hand away, ignoring the way Luke’s expression faltered when you did. 

“I’m sorry again, about all of this. You should get some sleep.” 

“Will you be able to?”

“I’ll be fine, one night of lost sleep is hardly the end of the world.” you responded, taking a step towards the hallway. Luke caught your arm before you got far. 

“Yea, but you lose your filter when you're tired, you said it yourself.” A small grin grew on his face as he continued. “Can’t have you spilling all your secrets tomorrow.” 

Was he joking around with you? 

Before you could stop it, a pleased smile appeared on your face. This was new. You didn’t even know he had a sense of humor, he had never attempted to share it with you before. 

“I’m sure I can control myself.” you returned, attempting to go once more. Of course, his voice stopped your movements within a second. 

“Y/n, let me help. How can I help?” 

The plausible reasoning for his sudden generosity was that he was feeling guilty or maybe even embarrassed that you were under the impression he didn’t like you. But that didn’t stop your entire body to warm at the offer. 

“There’s really not much to do.” you started. “I think the only reason I knocked in the first place is because I’m used to having some company when I get scared. Big family, y’know there was never a shortage of beds I could crawl into.” 

“Company!” he repeated, eyes lit up. “I can do that. I have it on very good authority that I’m an excellent cuddler.” 

Your body froze at his words. He couldn’t be serious, right? There’s no way he had any interest in that, even if it was just for your sake. 

He must’ve noticed your tenseness at the proposition because before you got a chance to respond, a bright red blush overtook his cheeks and he squeaked out, 

“Or the floor, I could always take the floor. I mean company can be just my presence in the room, I guess. If you want.” 

“No. I mean-um, I could go for a cuddle.” you heart answered before your brain got the chance to interfere. 

He smiled at you warmly. 

“Alright then.” 

You had never been into Luke’s room before, I mean not really. Sometimes you would sit his laptop in there if he had left it out or lay a sweatshirt of his on the foot of the bed but you had never actually been inside. It was slightly messy, there was a pile of clean, unfolded laundry on a desk chair, and a few empty water bottles scattered around but for the most part it was clean. On his bed the blankets were strewn about from where he must’ve been sleeping earlier, a pile of pillows stacked high on the right side, and it could’ve just been how tired you were but you had never wanted to crawl into a bed more. 

“I like your room.” you whispered, as he spread the pillows out more evenly across the top of the mattress. 

“Why’re we whispering?” 

“It’s nighttime.” 

“Y/n, we’re the only people who live here and we’re both awake.” he teased, laughing while shaking his head. 

“Oh, right.”

He gestured a hand to the bed, “Ladies first.” 

Hesitantly you sat, your back pressed against the mound of pillows Luke had compiled for you, shortly after he took a seat next to you, leaving a few inches of space between your legs. You looked down to your lap, aware of how awkward of a position the two of you were in, neither knowing how to go about this. Luke spoke first, 

“Are you warm enough?” 

“Yea, thanks.” 

“Mhm,” he hummed in response. “Do you wanna watch something?” 

“M’pretty tired.” you replied. “We should probably just go to sleep.” 

“Yeah, right.” he nodded, watching you. 

It seemed he was waiting for you to get comfortable, like he didn’t want to push any boundaries that you weren’t ready to cross. 

Unsurely you scooted your body down in the bed till you were fully horizontal, took one more glance at Luke and then turned your back to him, pulling the duvet up over your shoulders. With his blanket pulled up just under your nose you subtly breathed in the pine and vanilla aroma that you recognized as his body wash. You’d never admit to it but occasionally you’d spend a little extra time in the shower inhaling the fresh scent. 

A dip in the mattress told you that Luke had laid down and within a few minutes you were sure he was sleeping again. You were feeling a bit more calm, trying your hardest to ignore every loud crash of thunder and instead focus on counting the seconds between each soft breath Luke exhaled. 

Just as a drowsy haze began to come over you, straining your eyelids and fogging up your brain a particularly alarming rumble broke the silence causing your body to jerk and your breath to catch. Luke grumbled quietly beside you and you could feel him rolling around. As you opened your mouth to apologize for waking him a warm hand slipped just under the hem of your shirt, rubbing soothing circles onto the bare skin of your hip. Your body tightened at the unexpected contact and you strained your neck to look at him over your shoulder. 

“Luke,”

“Go to sleep, m’right here.” he mumbled without even opening his eyes. 

You faced back around but placed a hand over his and removed it from your body. This must’ve worried Luke because he pushed himself up on his elbow, eyes blinking open as you turned to face him. 

“Was that not good? I’m sorry, I’ll keep my hands to myself.” he rambled through a defense. 

“No,” you shushed, pressing a hand to his chest to lightly push him back down. “s’good.” you assured while pulling his arm over your body as you tucked yourself into his chest. Your bodies were completely flush in this new position. “This is better.” you murmured, your nose bumping his chest as you made yourself comfortable. 

He hummed softly in agreement, his hand finding its way to your hair, cupping the back of your head. 

Sleep was sweeping over you fast like this, the sound of Luke’s heartbeat drowning out any daunting noise coming from outside. Not to mention that anytime your body so much as twitched Luke’s arms would tighten around you ever so slightly as if to assure he was still there with you. 

When the sun had risen you woke up to the sound of soft snores, and the feeling of tiny puffs of air on your forehead. As you tried to roll over and stretch your limbs you found your legs were tangled with someone else’s and your cheek was practically glued to the faded grey cotton that adorned your roommate’s chest. 

“Luke.” you called, using your hand to shake him awake.

“Shh” he whined, repositioning you both so your back was snug against his chest. 

“We have work.” you mumbled, trying to squirm out of his hold. It proved ineffective as he just tightened his arms around your stomach. 

He grumbled something incoherently that sounded an awful lot like “No, stay with me please. So warm.” but that couldn’t have been it. Right? 

Afraid he would dig himself further into this hole of sleepy deliriousness, you began to rouse him, prying yourself out of his arms and promising him a hot cup of coffee if he met you in the kitchen within ten minutes. 

You quickly washed your face, brushed your hair and teeth and made your way to the kitchen to fix two cups of coffee. Luke stumbled out of his bedroom just a few minutes later, his eyes squinted under the natural light flooding the windows and he seemed to almost glide across the tile until you and his coffee were in arm’s reach. 

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” you greeted in a teasing tone, pushing the mug across the counter to him. 

He hummed and took two large sips before turning his attention fully to you. 

“G’morning, did you sleep okay?” 

“Yeah, I actually did.” you affirmed. “Thank you for everything last night, Luke.” you rested your hand over his on the countertop, squeezing it once lightly to express your gratitude. 

When you pulled it away Luke’s eyes lingered over where your hand had previously been before he dragged his gaze up to meet your eyes. 

He released a deep sigh before speaking, “Happy to help, I’m honestly glad the storm happened.” 

“Happy to see me scared shitless, are we Hemmings?” 

He laughed through a denial, leaning forward to press his forehead on your shoulder where your loose fitting shirt had slipped. 

Your posture straightened as your stomach tied itself in knots, each one tightening with every exhale that brushed your bare skin. 

“No, I’m just glad that we can finally y’know, be-” 

“Friends.” you cut off. Because that’s what you would be, you had to remind yourself. You wouldn’t have Luke’s bed to crawl into every night. You wouldn’t have his firm chest under your palms each morning, or his hands tangled in your hair. Especially not in the way you really wanted them. 

Luke pulled off of you like he had been electrically shocked. 

“Friends” he repeated, and if you weren’t so busy pitying yourself you may have heard the subtle lilt in his voice that caused the word to come out as more of a question than a statement. 

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air, and as the minutes passed this interaction was starting to feel more like the ones you typically had with Luke. 

“We should get ready for work, you have to go soon.” he spoke up, already walking away. 

“We should do something tonight.” you suggested. This is what you were afraid of, you had grown attached already. “Maybe watch something or, I don’t know.” Anything to be near you again. 

“I won’t be home.” he clipped, closing his bedroom door behind him. 

It really was an awful idea.

You hurried through your morning routine, carefully selecting any time you had to leave your bedroom to avoid bumping into Luke. What had gone wrong? Had the word friends spooked him? If that was the case, what would he have done if he found out what you really wanted to say? 

Either way you left feeling confused and rejected, so quickly you didn’t even realise you had forgotten your car keys until you were on the sidewalk outside your complex. 

“Shit.” you cursed, turning on your heel and storming back in the building. 

Once you had expertly made your way back inside the apartment and retrieved your keys, being as quiet as humanly possible to not alert Luke to the fact that you had re-entered, you were halfway out the door when the utterance of your name froze your movements. 

“She just left for work.” 

Luke must’ve been on the phone, but why was he talking about you? Curiosity got the best of you and you quietly shut the door with you on the inside, work could wait. 

“Because, Cal that’s not what she wants.” he sighed.

He was talking to Calum? The only friend you shared, and the connection through which you got a room here in the first place. 

“She wants to be my friend and I can’t do that. Not with her.” 

“Why not?” you whispered to yourself, taking a step further inside to hear him better. 

“No, it’s not better than nothing at all. I can’t be her friend ‘cause anytime she’s near me all I can think about is kissing her.” 

Your stomach dropped at his words and a small gasp escaped your mouth. All the dots began adding up in your head. The avoiding? Well he had just explained that, and honestly it was the best excuse you’d ever heard. His behavior last night? You had caught him with his guard down, he was forced to let you in. His sudden annoyance at the word friends this morning? You had shot him down and you hadn’t even realized it. You liked Luke, and he actually liked you back.

“Actually, avoiding does work.” he continued, breaking you from your thoughts. 

You could hear the mumble of Calum’s response but unfortunately couldn’t make out any of the words. 

“Last night was an exception, she was all cute and scared. There’s no way I could’ve turned her away. I’ll go right back to avoiding, and things’ll go back to normal. Suffer in silence, I’m telling you it works.” 

That’s not what you wanted, not at all. The creak of floorboards alerted you to Luke’s approaching and you hastily snuck out the front door, your mind running through possible solutions the whole way to your car. 

Luke hadn’t lied when he said he wouldn’t be home, which meant he was taking this whole avoiding thing seriously. It was 1:30 am and you were still up waiting for him, your seat at the dining room table was losing its appeal as your back cramped in pain. The original plan you had concocted in the hours you spent daydreaming about him at work was to wait up for him, lure him into a movie night and make a move while the two of you were cuddled up on the couch. You hadn’t planned for him to be out this late though, and in all honesty you were starting to worry. You hoped he was just crashing at a friend’s, you hoped he wasn’t alone, you really hoped he wasn’t with another girl. 

Discouraged, you moved your pity party into your bedroom, flopping onto your bed and groaning loudly into a pillow. You rolled onto your back, wasting time by counting the blades of the ceiling fan in each slow rotation. 

You were at 231 in your counting when you heard the front door open followed by the clambering of footsteps. You perked up and angled your ear towards the hall. 

“Please be alone. Please be alone. Please be alone.” you repeated quietly to yourself as the steps got closer. From the light protruding the crack under your bedroom door, you saw the shadow of a figure approach. You held your breath in anticipation of the knock you figured was coming. A few minutes passed, nothing came, and soon enough the shadow disappeared and Luke retreated to his bedroom. 

You stared out your window and for the first time in your life found yourself hoping for a storm. The sky was clear, hardly a cloud in sight, and the moonlight was warm and prominent. It would look so pretty on Luke’s face right now, all soft eyes and drowsy expressions. 

It seemed a shame to sleep by yourself, he was just across the hall, the promise of his warm embrace taunting you. 

You huffed in exasperation and jumped to your feet, “Here goes nothing.” 

You didn’t bother being quiet as you advanced to his door, leaving three heavy knocks on the worn oak. 

You could hear him shuffling inside and then the intimidating creak of the hinges, revealing him to you. 

“Are you okay?” he questioned sluggishly, his body slumping against the door frame.

“Can I sleep in here?” you asked instead of answering. No time to waste here. 

“Um, it’s not storming?” 

“I know. Can I?”

“Is there a reason?” he breathed, his heavy eyes drifting down your face to land unabashedly on your lips, which you were chewing in anxiousness.

“I have a crush on you.” you blurted, causing him to shoot up from his languid lean. 

“What?” 

“I have this big stupid crush on you. I have ever since I moved in but I thought you hated me because you always avoided me, but now I know that you like me too and I don’t see the point in us sleeping in separate beds anymore.” you continued, your eyes glued to a dip in the hardwood floor. 

“How did you ev-” 

“I heard you on the phone with Calum earlier.” you interrupted to explain, still refusing to meet his eyes. “I swear I wasn’t spying or anything, I forgot my keys.” 

Without saying a word Luke stepped to the side allowing you entrance. You shuffled past him but didn’t make it far before his hand caught your forearm and smoothly tugged you a mere inches from him. 

He spoke through heavy breaths, eyes flitting to your own as you faced him for the first time since your declaration. 

“You like me?” 

You could only nod, your brain completely fogged by the close proximity. 

His eyes fell from your eyes to your now bitten lips, “Can I?” he sighed as his hand found your chin, thumb brushing the skin timidly. 

“Y-yea” you agreed, leaning into his touch. 

He closed the gap between you with a gentle press of his lips, his hand slowly dragging up your arm leaving goosebumps in its wake until it was tangled in your hair. As you relaxed into his hold his movements became more fervent, his tongue begging for entrance which you allowed when your mouth fell open with a flustered sigh. 

Luke stumbled backward dragging you along with him until the back of his calves met the foot of the bed and he dropped to sit on the edge, you standing between his legs. You pulled apart to breath and he spoke raggedly, 

“My heart…” he trailed off catching his breath. 

“What?” you muttered. 

“Feel it.” he continued, taking your hand and pressing it to his heart which you could feel thumping rapidly through the warmth of his skin. 

You laid your forehead against the top of his head, moving both of your hands to your own chest. 

“Me too.”

He tugged on your sweatshirt until you were seated securely on his knee, his hands grasping at your waist. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” he drawled before he began alternating pecks, and light nibbles down your neck until he reached the spot he could feel your pulse thrumming from. He lets his lips rest there for a while and reveled in the fact that you were just as affected as him. He pulled away when you spoke up.

“Where were you tonight?”

“Moped around Calum’s place until he kicked me out, told me I needed to deal with my shit.” he answered, the hand he was resting on your upper thigh caressing the skin through your pajama pants.

“I heard you outside my door earlier.” you admitted leaning into his side. 

“I came home with every intention of telling you but I chickened out.”

“What would you have told me?” you wondered aloud. 

“That I like you, and that last night was amazing. That I don’t want to sleep without you again if I don’t have to.” 

Luke took notice of the fact that your eyelids were drooping as he talked and began to scoot you both back in the bed as he continued.

He watched in awe as you curled into his side. 

“Up for a breakfast date tomorrow, love?” he asked, pulling the blanket over you both. 

“Yes, please.” you agreed, laying your palm flat against the warmth radiating from his stomach. 

“So what should we do with your room?” Luke said drowsily, sleep beginning to creep up on him as well.

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, you won’t be needing it anymore since you’re moving in here.” he comments casually, pushing your hair out of your face with soft movements.

You laugh lightly but it’s drowned by the yawn that slips out when you respond. 

“In your dreams, Hemmings.” 

“If I’m lucky.” he replied, allowing his eyes to flutter shut. “Goodnight y/n.” 

“Night, Lu.” 

[everygildedstar]

Bible Study (Optional Male Bias)

Summary: He wants to know what could be better than God’s love, and you are happy to enlighten him

Pairing: Optional Bias x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: smut, corruption kink, religious corruption, blasphemy, hand jobs, blow jobs, riding, fem dom, male sub, loss of virginity, sex in a church, semi-public sex, quoting scripture during sex

A/N: It’s been a while since i wrote a smut so i’m rusty, so please be nice. Inspired by a discussion with @bigkpopstan and anon about religious corruption and Heeseung. Heeseung was in mind when I wrote this but it’s technically optional bias so have fun. ;)

“Meet me in the confession booth when everyone leaves for the barbeque,” you had messaged him. 

There had been a certain tension between the two of you for a while. He knew you weren’t the innocent “Church Girl” you pretended to be, and you knew he was curious. Curious about what could be so great as to reject what you were taught at church. What could possibly be better than God’s love? 

He had asked you as much one day, while you were waiting for your parents to stop socializing so you could go home.

“Because I like what I can understand,” you answered. “I like what makes me feel alive. I like what I can be certain of. And I am certain that there are a great number of things that are more pleasurable to me than church, and worshipping our so-called God while receiving nothing in return.”

“Like what?” he pushed.

“Maybe I could show you sometime,” you had said before walking out with your family.

He hadn’t brought it up to you again for a long time, but you could tell he thought about it. You could see it in his face every time you caught him looking at you, and every time he would look away blushing, as if he had been caught doing something sinful.

Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He asked you to show him. And that’s how, today, you ended up pulling him into the confession booth in the empty church.

You shut and locked the door behind you, and then there was silence. The tension was so thick, just the sound of your breaths to fill the space, only a small amount of light leaking into the tiny room.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked. “There is no going back. You will only be pretending to be the good church boy. You will be like me,” You reach out and hold his face in one hand and the nape of his neck with the other, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “a sinner.”

You feel him nod. “Use your words.”

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“And you are not scared?” you ask further.

“No. If it is truly a sin, and should I wish to repent, God is merciful. He will take me back,” he says. 

You let out a breathy laugh. “And if you don’t wish to repent?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. “Then I suppose hell can’t be that bad if you’ll be there, my own beautiful temptress.”

You laughed again. “So much for the good little church boy.” 

You leaned in and kissed him. It started out slow and sweet, and you tried to pour every ounce of passion and honey as you can into every movement. He seemed to follow your lead leaning into you so much you were leaning back with him. You bit his lip, and then took his gasp to press your tongue into his mouth. He moans a little, surprised at the intrusion and starts sucking on it. 

You slowly move him back until his back hits the wall of the booth, pressing yourself close to his body. You tug his hair while your other hand starts to roam, slowly feeling its way past each dip in his defined chest and abdomen. You hook a finger in his belt loop and use it to pull his hips even further against you, forcing him to break the kiss and let out a moan. You move to kiss his neck, or at least the little bit you could reach with his unbuttoned collar. He moans again, and then again even louder when your hips forward. “What is your favorite scripture?” you ask. “Recite it for me, and don’t stop or I’ll stop.”

“What-” he asks as you unbutton his pants while you attack his neck with your mouth again. He gasps when you pull down his zipper, and then you reach your fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs, eventually grasping his cock with only the tips of your fingers. He lets out a needy groan, rolling his hips into your touch, but you don’t move any further.

“Recite it, or I’m not going to do anything.”

He takes a second to gather his thoughts enough. “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not wa-want.” He stutters when you pull his waistband down and bring his cock out, hissing at the cold air. You give it one stroke, and then stop, waiting for him to continue.

“He maketh me to lie d-down in green pastures-” You start stroking him slowly, rubbing your thumb over his slit once to gather his pre-come. You continue kissing his neck until you find a sweet spot that makes him whimper.

“-he leadeth me be-beside the still waters.” You move faster, pumping lightly with each stroke, while you pull his hair with the hand still resting there. 

“He restoreth my s-soul-” His grip on you tightens, hands grabbing fistfulls of the material of your church dress. “-he leadeth me in the p-paths of righteousness for his -ngh- name's sake.”

“Yea, though I wa-alk through the valley of the sha-hadow of death, I will f-fear no evil-” you move your kisses to the other side of his neck, and he throws his head back against the wood of the booth.

“-for thou art with m-me; thy rod and thy s-staff they co-co-comfort me- ” You then get on your knees in front of him, licking the tip of his cock, hand still stroking his length. “-Shit!”

You snicker, giving a long lick up the underside before looking up at him. “Don’t swear when you are reciting scripture, sinner.” -he moans at the nickname- “Keep going.”

He whines again before he continues, voice considerably higher. 

“Th-thou preparest a ta-able before me in the pre-esence of mine enemies-” You take the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking lightly. He lets out a guttural groan.

“-thou anointest m-my head with o-oil-” your hand that isn’t preoccupied with stroking the part of his cock that is not deep in your mouth is making its way under to cup his balls. 

“-my cup ru-runneth over.” He muffles a whine with one hand while the other makes its way into your hair.

He pulls his hand away from his mouth to recite the next part. “Surely g-goodness and merc-cy shall follow me all the d-days of my life- ngh!” You are bobbing your mouth farther and farther each time, and he has to refrain from thrusting his cock deeper into your mouth. 

“-and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. Fuck, I’m so close-” He finishes his scripture, and you take him as far as you can and swallow, the squeezing of your throat around his cock almost sending him over the edge. You lift your mouth off of him with a pop, and he whines like a hurt puppy. “No- Please- Why?”

You stand back up and turn him, making sit on the seat to your left, before you push your skirt up around your hips and straddle him. “You didn’t think I was gonna let you have all the fun, did you?”

You grip his cock again, rubbing the tip over the wet spot on your panties. Both of you let out a moan together, pressing your foreheads together. His hands fly to your hips, gripping them tightly.

“Are you okay with this?” You ask again before you continue. 

He nods, the thin ray of light peeking into the booth in a perfect spot to show the desire in his eyes. “Yes, please. Please let me feel you. I’m not turning back.” He kisses you again, short but passionately. “Ruin me.”

You whine at his words, then you pull your soaked panties to the side and line his cock up with your entrance before you sink down on him, ever so slowly. Deep, long moans come from both of you. You kiss him again when he is fully sheathed inside you.

“Would you like for me to recite my favorite scripture for you?” you ask him, foreheads together while you adjust to his large size. “It was from a woman to her lover, and I feel like it fits the situation nicely.”

He nods, interested. “Enlighten me.”

“My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.” You start to move agonizingly slowly up and down his length. He buries his face in your neck to muffle his noises and grips your hips even harder, and you were sure you would have bruises in the shape of his hands the next day. 

“His head is as the most fine gold; his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.” You tangle your hands into his own hair and he attaches his lips to the side of your neck like you had done to him.

“His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.” You start to move faster, rolling your hips with each thrust. 

“His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers; his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.” You feel his hips stutter as he struggles to keep from thrusting up into you. 

“His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl-” He loses the fight, and starts jerking his hips up as you sink down, causing him to go way deeper, hitting your sweet spot and making you moan. “-his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.”

“His legs are as pillars of marble set upon sockets of fine gold; his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.” You take one of his hands from your hips and press it between you against your clit, ripping a whine out of you.

“His mouth is most sweet-“ you move impossibly faster, even with your thighs growing tired. Your combined sounds and heavy breaths resonate within the confined box. 

“I’m close- is it ok if I…” He asked. You nod pulling him close, lips hovering only a hair away from his. 

“-yea, he is altogether lovely.” You kiss him deeply as you reach your high, hands harshly pulling his hair and gripping his shoulder. The squeezing from your release sent him over the edge, and he pulled your hips flush to his, coating your insides. 

As you come down from your orgasms, you finish the scripture. “This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.” 

The two of you sit in silence for a minute, catching your breaths.

“Holy shit-” he says, and you let out a breathy laugh as you pull off of him, both of you wincing at the sensitivity. “I see why you do this now.”

“Are you gonna regret this and never talk to me again?” You ask, standing up and fixing yourself up. 

“Hell no.” He puts himself away and zips and buttons his pants. You feel his hands rest on your hips, and you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in for another kiss.

“What do we tell our parents if they ask where we’ve been?” 

“Tell them we were doing private bible study and shared our favorite verses. And maybe ask if we can see each other more often for “bible study” sessions,” you added before stealing another kiss. 

“Sounds good to me,” he said. “That’s the only kind of bible study I’ll need from now on. If god is real and merciful, he can forgive me when the day comes. I have the only god I want to believe in right here in my arms.”

[shurisneakers]

harmless (iv)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, guns, mention of war, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: good evening i’ve never been to any of the places i mention in this series so dont come @ me

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! i might actually end up using them 

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous Part || Series Masterlist

He spends the weekend doing nothing. It’s supposed to be relaxing. He finds it nauseatingly boring.

“No mini mission this week?” Steve asks him from across the couch. 

They’re supposed to be catching up on Star Wars but two prequels in and Bucky could feel himself lose his sanity. Anyone could present him with a random assortment of alphabets, call it a Star Wars species and he would have no reason not to believe them.

It’s not like he doesn’t like space. It’s just that he’s had enough of it and everything and everyone who came from it for the foreseeable future.

“No. Someone else is taking care of it.”

“Didn’t you volunteer for this?”

“I pulled myself out of the case.���

“I thought you were having fun.” 

Bucky’s head slowly turns to look at him. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know,” Steve shrugged. “Looked like you were.”

Well, he wasn’t. He likes it here at home, glued to the TV. Popcorn beside him, sweatpants on. Refreshing, calming, slow, mundane, and Jesus Christ, so fucking boring-

His spiralling is interrupted by the dinging of the elevator to the common floor. No one was allowed up there unless it was extremely urgent. Guests were barely allowed into the Tower as it was. 

It reveals the receptionist from downstairs, Marie. She’s always a little reserved, a little shy. But Bucky had seen her chew and spit out trespassers or anyone who dared to get on her nerve. He adores her.

“Hey, Marie,” Steve says while Bucky sends her a friendly wave in greeting. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s a hostage situation downtown,” she informs them. 

“Okay...” Steve drawls, waiting for a reason why this was an Avengers level threat.

“They’ve asked for Mr. Barnes by name.” She makes a mention towards him.

Bucky sits up straight. Bits of popcorn fall off his chest. 

“What?”

“They said, and I quote-” she looks down at her notepad. “‘Tell that grumpy motherfucker that I’m waiting for him and that he’s not getting out of this so easily because we have come too far.’ End quote. They’ve also told me to include a kissing emoji. And a skull.”

Steve and he look at each other.

“Well?” Steve prods. 

Bucky sighs and gets up to go get ready.

The entrance of Chuck E. Cheese is more crowded than he’d ever seen. He wasn’t even sure he’d seen people in the store before. If there were, they probably only came up till his waist. 

There are a few journalists, a few policemen standing together outside. Whispers of confusion and curiosity reigned free. 

Bucky gently pushes his way to the front. He gets a nod from a police officer who opens the door for him after a quick briefing. 

The place is darker than it usually would be. A trademark, it seemed. The blinds are drawn shut and most of the light is coming through whatever sneaks in through the crack. 

“Hey, Barnes.” Your voice is muffled by a mask that looks suspiciously like it was made out of classroom craft supplies.

There’s a person in a loose chokehold in your hand with a gun pressed against his head. Once again it looks straight out of a cartoon, purple with round disks lining its barrel. 

“What’s all this now?” He gestures around monotonously. 

“A hostage situation. Didn’t you get the memo?”

“Got that part down, genius,” he bites back. “But why?”

“Fucker kept harassing me when I was walkin’ down the street.” 

The guy’s helpless gaze met Bucky. 

“Catcalling me, stalking me.” You tighten the grip you have on him. “Call me darlin’ one more time, you son of a bitch. I dare you.”

He wasn’t impressed with his pleading eyes. He kinda felt like he deserved it. 

“Why’d you do it here?” The bright colours were starting to give him a heading. “And where are the staff?”

“It’s symbolic, Bucky,” you emphasise, “He deserves to be among other rat bastards.”

Of course.

“The staff?” he asks again. 

“Gave them thirty bucks and told them to leave. I’m not a monster.”

“Right.” He doesn’t bother refuting you. “Why’d you call me here?”

“Dunno.” You shrug. “Thought it’d be fun. You having fun yet?”

You shake the guy you’re holding. He gives a small whimper. 

Bucky doesn’t want to stop you. He had chugged enough Respect Juice in his lifetime to know that this guy probably deserved a threat or two.

Hell, he’d even help but you were more than capable of handling this on your own.

“Listen,” he sighed. “As much as I’m sure he deserves it, this is technically illegal and I’m required to stop you.”

“Sorry sarge, I thought you weren’t interested in playing this stupid game with me,” you mock, voice dropping to imitate him.

“I’m not.” It wasn’t entirely true. One Saturday with Jar Jar Binks had convinced him otherwise.

“Okay, so before you leave, do me a favour and call Hawkeye. I hear he looks mighty fine when he’s annoyed.”

His face involuntarily scrunched up. You were going to replace him with Clint? Clint?

He probably took it more as an insult than he should have.

“I’m not doing that.” Bless his foul mouthed friend, but he was a little shit who was too sarcastic for his own good. At least twice a week he’d say something stupid to Bucky and then take out his hearing aids when he tried to argue back. 

“You’re leavin’ me with no options here,” you groaned, using your thumb to flip a switch. The gun looks like it powered up, lights along the side turning red.

If he let you have this, it’d be a bad look for the Avengers.

New York man dies in Chuck E. Cheese lone hostage situation, unable to be saved by same superhero who tried to fight Thanos with a machine gun.

“Tell ya what,” he says instead, “If you kill him, there won’t even be a slight chance that you’ll see me again.”

Your grip on the gun falters.

“If I let him go...”

“I might consider coming back next week.” He’s trying to spin it, make it look like he’s the one with the upper hand here. “But you gotta let him go.”

You search his face for any signs of dishonesty.

“Let him go or you’ll never see me again.” It sounds too much like Clint’s arguments with his dog who brought a live squirrel into the house. 

“Fine,” you relent, a glint in your eye. “but say goodbye to this fuckface.”

Before Bucky can open his mouth to shout in protest, you pull the trigger. The man clenches his eyes shut, face red.

He expects blood to be splatter across his face.

Nothing happens.

A barrage of bubbles floats into the room.

“I meant it literally,” you say, pushing him off you. “Say goodbye. He’s leaving.”

The man stumbles to the ground and Bucky doesn’t make any attempt to catch him. He scrambles to his knees, picking himself up and scurrying out the door to a hoard of reporters.

The door shuts behind him with the chime of a bell.

“You’re annoying,” Bucky states, giving a small sigh.

“I’m well aware of that.” You pull off the mask, wiping the sweat off your brow.

“Where is the agent assigned to your case?” 

“Dunno. Last I saw he was crying on the driveway of my lair. I just figured he’d pick himself up later so I left him there.”

Bucky’s nose twitches. 

“You weren’t actually going to kill him, were you.” He shrugs with his shoulder towards the door. It wasn’t a question, more a statement. He knew you wouldn’t. 

“I could have.”

“But you weren’t going to,” he repeats. 

“No,” you admit. “I wasn’t. But I’m glad to see you showed up.”

“You held someone hostage as leverage.”

“No, no. I held someone hostage and then asked to see you. They were completely unrelated.”

“You’re evil.”

“You jumped to conclusions,” you point out. “Would you like a trampoline next time? Maybe a pogo stick, you clown?”

He has a very real gun in his holster. His very real metal death arm aches to use it. 

“No one else agreed to come,” he deflects. 

“We both know that’s a lie. You were going to come back anyway.” You stuff the bubble gun back into the bag. “I’m deliciously irresistible.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Then beg.” You give him a smirk and he rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry, you win this round, sarge.”

He doesn’t say anything. He watches you remove your heist gear, revealing normal civilian clothes underneath.

You walk casually to the kitchen, intending to leave through the back door.

“But I can’t say I lost either.” You send him a wink before swiftly pushing open the door and leaving him behind.

He only watches you leave.

It doesn’t hit him until a few seconds later that he let a criminal out of his hands when there were several policemen and journalists outside.

He entertains the idea of chasing you down and handing you over. 

It takes him only a few seconds to decide that if they wanted you, they’d have to try themselves.

Next part 

[dickwheelie]

This is a little specific so feel free to give it a pass if you're not into it, but would you like to like to do season 2 Lunch Date Era jonmartin with the 'friendly hugs' prompt? Thank you, and have a good day!

specific prompts are actually really nice, they give me something solid to work off of, so this was actually perfect! I had a lot of fun writing this one. thank you and enjoy, anon!

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Jon can't stop bouncing his leg.

He keeps forgetting that he's doing it, and then noticing again, and then forcibly stopping himself, but it never lasts long. The cafe is crowded and loud, which is distracting enough on its own, but Martin is also there, sitting across from him and tucking into a sandwich, gamely trying to engage Jon in conversation even though Jon keeps getting distracted and bouncing his leg.

"Jon? You there?"

Martin's voice fades back into Jon's awareness, and he shifts his gaze back to him. "Sorry," he says for the fifth time that lunch hour, "um, say that again?"

He feels bad. He does. Ever since he found out about Martin's CV, Jon's been kicking himself over how paranoid he'd been, thinking that Martin was out to get him, shouting at him over what turned out to be nothing. Jon doesn't want to be that sort of boss, that sort of person, but he'd just been so overwhelmed. He could hardly believe it when Martin asked him to join him for lunch, after all the things Jon's said to him. Still, he's grateful for the olive branch. It's too bad he keeps messing it up by forgetting to listen to Martin when he talks.

Speaking of--

"Oh, damn," Jon mutters, interrupting whatever it is Martin is trying to tell him. "Martin, god, I'm so sorry, I just got--"

"Distracted?" Martin says, and to Jon's surprise he doesn't seem annoyed, just . . . concerned. "I've noticed. Jon, are you feeling alright?"

"What? Yes, I'm fine." Jon eats the last few bites of his salad so he doesn't have to meet Martin's eyes.

"Sure? Because you seem really anxious." Martin's voice has that soft, worried lilt to it that Jon used to get annoyed by. It doesn't bother him so much anymore. It's . . . sort of nice, really, to be worried over, sometimes.

Not now, though. Because right now Jon doesn't need to be worried over. "I'm not anxious. Just . . . it's distracting in here. It's loud."

"Oh, well, let's go then," Martin says, finishing up his sandwich and standing up to gather his coat. "It's not too cold out. We can walk around downtown until lunch hour is over."

"I--" Jon wants to protest, but he realizes that yes, getting out of this small cafe would be very welcome. "That's . . . that's a good idea, actually."

His leg can't bounce when he's walking, and the early winter air is cold but not biting, and the walkways aren't crowded. Jon can feel himself calming down by the time they get a block away from the cafe. Maybe he had been a little anxious, after all. This was a very good idea. Martin has very good ideas, he thinks.

"If that cafe was too much," Martin is telling him, and thankfully Jon is actually able to listen to him now, "there's another place we could try next time. New Indian place, right around the corner from the Institute. Tim says he goes there whenever he has a PT appointment, to treat himself."

Jon wants to go back to the fact that Martin wants there to be a next time, but for now there's something more pressing to address. "Tim's still doing physical therapy?" he says. He'd thought he was finished weeks ago.

"Yeah, he says it's just follow-up appointments. He's mostly okay, they just need to make sure he's improving, I guess." Martin shoots him a sidelong look. "I thought you and he were close."

"Not, um . . . not so much anymore." Jon stuffs his hands into his coat pockets, ducking into his collar. "We don't really . . . talk."

"Oh," Martin says. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah." Jon doesn't want to get into it. Thankfully, Martin doesn't press the issue.

"Are you still going to PT?" Martin says instead. "You don't have to tell me, obviously. I just . . . I never see you outside the archives anymore."

Jon bites the inside of his cheek. "I, um . . . I sort of . . . stopped going. After the second appointment."

Martin stops short in the middle of the sidewalk, and Jon has to double back. "Christ, Jon!" he says, not angry, but aggravated. "You can't just skip out on that stuff, you could do permanent damage--"

"Martin, I'm fine," Jon says. "See, I'm walking around and everything. Trust me, if it was bad, I'd have kept going, but the whole thing was a waste of time and I had work to get done--"

"Your health comes first," Martin says, with finality, before his demeanor softens. "I'm not an idiot, Jon, I notice you staying late and coming in early, I notice when you skip meals. You're running yourself ragged. It's a job, Jon, and trust me, I know how important this work is, I get it, but none of it, alright, none of it's more important than you."

Jon blinks at him. He wants to protest, but every half-formed rebuttal sounds either defensive or outright silly. Martin is right, after all. Jon just wishes that he weren't, because then he wouldn't have to reevaluate everything he's been doing for the past two months.

Martin goes on, taking a step closer to him. "Just . . . you don't need to keep throwing yourself at a wall, Jon. At least give yourself a break every once in a while."

"I can't just walk away, Martin. O-Or, I don't--" Jon's voice has gone shaky. He clears his throat and tries again. "I--I don't really know how. There's just . . . there's so much, and I don't know where any of it leads, if it's leading anywhere at all, and . . . I just . . . I've no idea what I'm supposed to do about all of it."

Martin gives him a look that Jon doesn't know how to place. It's not pity, or condescension, which Jon would expect from most everyone else. He just looks . . . sort of sad. His hands are clasped in front of his chest, tugging restlessly on his fingers. "Jon, would you . . . um, that is . . ." Suddenly Martin thrusts his open arms out towards Jon and blurts out, "Would you like a hug?"

Jon's speechless. What a thing to be asked, he thinks, and especially by a coworker, no matter how well they know each other, it's completely unprofessional, and even if Martin were his closest friend, which he isn't, but even if he were, why on earth would Jon of all people need a hug? Sure, he's not doing all that great, but Martin doesn't need to know that, and anyway how is a hug supposed to fix anything, especially a hug from someone who doesn't know the half of what Jon's been going through lately, or how scared and confused he's been, or about Jon's very serious problems that are complicated and terrifying and can't be fixed with something as childish and simple as a--

"Yes, please," Jon says, the words coming out in an exhale of pent-up tension, and he all but collapses into Martin's open arms. His face lands just under Martin's chin, half-tucked into his shoulder, and he's just barely able to wrap his arms around Martin's midsection as Martin hugs him back tightly, squeezing him against his chest, and Jon had never known how strong Martin was, how much he had been hiding beneath those soft jumpers of his. His arms, all muscle beneath fat, feel as though they could fight off an army if they really wanted to, and despite his nagging paranoia, Jon can't help but feel utterly protected by them. He feels himself relaxing, bit by bit, sinking into the softness of Martin's chest, letting him hug him closer, just tight enough to be secure without hurting. As he leans into the hug, he doesn't feel any concern about Martin losing his grip or slipping backwards. Martin can take his weight; he knows this. He is as solid and reliable as a wall, and just as stubborn, and he will not drop Jon. Jon lets out a deep sigh, his breaths evening out and slowing, tension seeping from his limbs until he feels entirely relaxed. He feels cared for. He feels safe. It's been so, so long since he's felt safe.

He doesn't even notice that he's closed his eyes until Martin's arms shift around him, and Jon realizes they've been hugging for probably way longer than is normal. His eyes snap open and he backs off, hands sliding away from Martin, clearing his throat awkwardly. He tries not to miss the gentle security of Martin's arms.

"Um," Martin says, sounding like he's about to apologize, but Jon interrupts him.

"Thank you," he says, trying to keep his voice even. "That was--I, um. I needed that." When was the last time he'd hugged someone? Jon can't even remember. "It was really nice," he says quietly. Another one of Martin's brilliant ideas.

Martin nods, looking relieved, and perhaps a little fond, though it may just be Jon's imagination. "Anytime," he says, and Jon thinks he might mean it. He hopes he does. "What are friends for, eh?"

Jon blinks. Are they friends? How long has that been the case? He looks at Martin, hands stuffed into his coat pockets, a small smile on his face, and he thinks that yes, maybe they are friends. It would be nice to be friends, anyway. If Martin says they're friends, Jon won't correct him. "Yeah," he says, and he's very glad to see Martin's face brighten at the word. "I, um," and Jon needs to clear his throat again, "I-I'll try. To have a break once in a while."

"Promise?" Martin says, and Jon can't help but laugh.

"I promise."

Martin nods. "Okay. Good."

"This, today, lunch I mean, this was nice. I'd . . . um. I'd like to do it again."

"Oh! Um, sure. Definitely," Martin says, smiling.

"We can go to that Indian place," Jon says.

"Sure," Martin says. "Tomorrow?" His look is hesitant, but Jon's answer is immediate.

"Yes," he says, letting a smile run over his lips. "Yes, Martin, I'd like that very much."

[xtinyaurora]

Oh my gosh thank you for doing my ask. Reading Seonghwaart was soooo satisfying. Can you do y/n doesn't believe that they're sexually attractive, so Ateez proves to them that they are (sexually). Please and thank you 😊 ☺ ❤

Ateez reaction: Their Y/N doesn’t believe that they’re {sexually} attractive

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: smut & fluff

➼ pairing: Ateez x female!reader

➼ Word-count: 2k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, spanking, mentions of scars & stretch marks, pet names, daddy kink / sie kink, nudes, reader kinda puts themself down, anal sex, chocking, oral sex, breeding kink (?)...

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby, so read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: I hope I wrote this the way you wanted... Also, if anyone’s interested in a male version, let me know! All gif credits go to their owners!

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Park Seonghwa

You were standing Infront of the mirror, looking at your naked body, which was still a bit wet from the shower you took a few minutes ago. You were ashamed to say the least. You couldn’t understand what exactly Seonghwa found attractive about your body. You wanted to look good for him but you’re just a flat piece of a human being. As you were starting to build tears in your eyes, your boyfriend walked into your shared bedroom. „What’s wrong, baby?” He knew what was up, it’s not the first time he caught you crying over yourself. You shook your head not wanting to talk about it and grabbing your towel to cover yourself up. Hwa breathed out loudly, shaking his head. He then pulled the towel away, ignoring your protests. „Do you see this?” He grabbed your tits, slowly massaging them. „Do you see how perfect these are, how well they fit into my hands.” Then his head made its way to your right breast. He slowly started licking your nipple, it immediately getting hard. Out of nowhere he slapped your left breast with one of his hands. „You like that?” You silently nodded your head, a scoff left Seonghwas mouth. „Fucking shit you’re so hot. You don’t understand how you make me feel. How those pretty little tits could make me cum just from touching and slapping them like that, fuck.” Seonghwa then roughly threw you on the bed and started to undress himself...

Kim Hongjoong

„Say it, baby, come on.” You tried to get your breathing under control but Hongjoongs speed was too fast, the pleasure too much to take. „I - I, agh!” You couldn’t stop screaming moaning. „I know you can do it, come on.” His hips started to move faster than before, making it harder for you. You were so overwhelmed that tears started to form in your eyes. „I can’t-t.” A hard smack landed on your ass. „Yes you can and now say it!” Yelled your boyfriend from behind. He harshly pulled you up by grabbing your throat, making you face both of you in the mirror. „Tell me beautiful, tell me how breathtaking you look, I know you can do that for me, baby. Show daddy how much of a good girl you are.” You squeezed your eyes together, forcing those words out of your mouth. „I am beautiful.” Hongjoongs grip on your throat got stronger. „Open your eyes, princess.” You did what he said and opened your eyes, almost reaching your high. „J-Joong, I think I-.” „No, the fuck not. You’re not going to cum until you do what I asked you to.” You closed your eyes again, god. Hongjoong movements completely stopped, making you whine out loudly. „Look at yourself.” You pulled your eyebrows up, eyes getting rounder. „Do it!” Damn boy, chill out. As your were looking at yourself, Hongjoong slowly pulled out of you. Another whine left your mouth, not going unnoticed by him. „Look at this pretty pussy, all wet and all mine. Men, am I lucky. Oh and... those beautiful tits, this fucking cute ass, my god I am about to lose my shit. How am I so lucky to have all of this? I love you so fucking much Y/N. Don’t worry though, I will show you how beautiful you are. You wanna these tits to be bigger? Oh, don’t worry, can do that for you. I can’t wait to get you pregnant, you will look so beautiful with a round belly, fuck.”

Jeong Yunho

You two were currently play fighting over some food. Both of you thought it would be a good idea to visit the park and have a picnic today, since it’s finally warm and sunny again. You didn’t notice how far your skirt actually went up, when you jumped on your boyfriend. It wasn’t that short of a skirt, it covered more than 60% of your legs but it was loose, so it was easy to raise up. When Yunho gave you a smack on your ass, you were fast to sit back and pull it down again. Yunho looked at you questioning, you only shaking your head, hiding face. „Was that too much?” You immediately assured him that it wasn’t about that slap on your ass. „Then what’s wrong?” Again, you shook your head. The male then grabbed your face, making you look at him. „Baby, tell me.” You moved his hands from your face, lowering your gaze. „I just don’t feel comfortable with showing myself off, you know, my legs could be seen when I jumped on you.” When you looked back up to see his reaction, a smile was placed on his face. „Honey, you’re beautiful. Those pretty legs would turn on every men, no, even girls. You don’t know how much I wanna grab them and pull you over me, so you can ride my hard ass cock.” Your eyes torn open, a blush creeping on your face. A loud laugh left Yunho’s mouth, him staring to eat again as of nothing happened.

Kang Yeosang

When you read the massage your boyfriend sent you just a few seconds ago, you almost spitted out your drink. Now you had an incoming call... „Uhm, hello?” Silence. Then you heard heavy breathing. „Baby, please. I need you to do that for me, I can’t take it anymore, I need to release.” You didn’t know what to say, only blushing more. „Yeosang, you know how I feel about my body, I can’t jus-“ „Baby, don’t you understand that I need that beautiful hot body to cum? That you turn me on that much, that I only need to see you to cum. Fuck, please princess I need you. Please send me some nudes, it hurts. I promise once I get home, I will reward you, hm? How does that sound?” You nodded your head, even tho you knew he couldn’t see you. „Sounds Good.” A load moan left his mouth. „That’s my good little girl, now make daddy happy and take your close off so he can see those beautiful small tits, yea?” You bit bottom lip. „Yes, sir.”

Choi San

A loud whistle was heard when you walked into the living room. When you looked at the male, he bit his lip. „Damn, baby, look at those curves. Shit, come here, I wanna smack that ass.” You only stood there, shocked. San then raised one of his eyebrows. „What? Can’t I touch my girlfriend now?” You shook your head. San looked as if he got offended by that. „Oh? Why is that?” You now shrugged with your shoulders. „Don’t you want to use that pretty mouth of yours, baby? Talk to me.” He now stood up and made his way to you. When he reached you, he slung his arms around you waist, face just a few inches away from yours. „Not listening to me? I guess you wanna use that beautiful mouth of yours for something else’s then, huh?” Now you started smirking, kinda enjoyed where’s this is going. This was way better then going out for a fancy dinner with the boys. Don’t get me wrong, you loved the boys, but you didn’t feel comfortable and confident enough to go out with that dress, San bought you for this dinner. „Look at you, so beautiful. Even my friends want to have you and fuck your pretty pussy. They wanna grab this fat ass and smack it, want to cum on your pretty body. Oh how bad for them that they could never have you, you’re all mine, this pretty body is all mine.”

Song Mingi

„Mingi! You can’t just walk in like that.” His eyes went big. „Why not, I am your boyfriend?” His innocent voice made you melt, he’s so cute. You turned around, hiding your body from him. „I know that, but you know how I feel about myself. I am ashamed.” His eyes got even rounder. „Even if it’s me? I thought you feel comfortable with me. Did I do something wrong? Oh my god I make you uncomfortable. What do I do?! I shoul-„ „No Mingi. It’s not that... it’s just... never mind.” You kept on cleaning yourself, trying to ignore him. You heard the sound of a belt and clothes moving. When you turned to look what he was up to, you directly looked into your boyfriends eyes. He smiled at your surprised expression and leaned further into you. „Mingi, I-“ You got interrupted by a kiss. Soon, the kiss got more intense, both of you starting to touch each other’s body’s. Mingi broke the kiss, giving you time to breath. „You know Y/N, I know it might take some time until you understand that but you’re the most stunning human I’ve ever seen in my entire life. And you know those scars and marks on your body? They are just as beautiful. They make you unique, it’s just like art. I love you, you and every tiny bit of your beautiful 'flaws'. Please never forget that baby.“ You were on the verse of tears, like damn, you love that boy so much. A smile was sitting on both of your faces, you leaning back in to continue your make out session.

Jung Wooyoung

He slowly placed soft his kisses down your tummy. When he bit into one of your belly roles (is that even the correct word? lol), you immediately scolded him for that. „But it’s cute.” You rolled your eyes. „No, Woo, it’s not cute. Please stop.” He chuckled at your reaction, still thinking it’s cute. „Okay, cry baby.“ He then kept on kissing your tummy, started to go further down towards your core. „Woo...” You couldn’t really make out if you were warning him or were asking for more, either way, he kept going and pulled your PJ pants & panties down. Now, he had a perfect look of your stretch marks. You tried to hide them by placing your hands on top of them but Wooyoung slapped them away. „Ouch!” He didn’t gave a fuck, honestly. „Move, I wanna look at those sexy stretch marks. Damn, this is all mine.” You got a hard slap on your left thigh, letting out a moan, your boyfriend only smirking a smirk by that. „Like that, huh? Lemme eat you out then.” He gave you another slap, this time on your clit. I guess, what he wants, he gets?

Choi Jongho

„Jongho, no.” He kept pulling you on himself. „Hey, don’t worry, baby. Did you already forget how strong I am?” He let out a cute chuckle, making you smile but it soon vanished out of your face again. Jongho wanted you to ride his face but you felt uncomfortable with that idea. Your were too heavy, at least in your own opinion. Jongho always told you that you’re beautiful the way you are and that he loved you no matter what. He also always assured you that you aren’t heavy and even if, he could handle it, since he was a strong guy. Still, you were too scared of hurting him. Jongho assured you that he would be fine and would stop if you don’t like it, so you made your way above his face, slowly sinking down. You immediately let out a soft moan when his tongue met your cunt. After some time he told you to move, your fear of hurting him rising again. „Princess, don’t worry. You did so good till now, I know you can do even better. Come on, ride my face, cupcake.” You closed your eyes and started to move slowly. While so, Jongho kept on praising you from time to time, you growing more confided by that. You soon reached your high, making a mess all over your boyfriends face. Jongho licked you clean until every drop was gone. You then stood up and checked on him, he giving you a proud smile. „I knew you could do it, I am so proud of you! We need do this more often tho, that was freaking hot.”

[realityescapee01]

Scott x Reader (mate)

-Scott McCall x Reader (Female)

You were there the night of the charity game when the beast attacked the school. Scott saved you and you wanted to thank him for that. But Scott wasn't sure if he should see you again.

-Y/N ran in panic like the rest of the students. "Here!" Scott directed her into 1 of the classrooms. Scott at the door, holding it close. Y/N looked at him. "L-Let's escape through the window!" "You go!" "We could both go." They could hear the beast nearing. "You just go! Now!" Y/N hesitated for a bit but did so. She ran fast towards the window and climbed out

-The beast broke the door, gripped Scott and pulled him out.

-Y/N kept running. Far away from the school with some other students. She kept thinking about what had happened to the lacrosse team's captain. She doesn't know his name. She's not a big sports fan. She was just there for the charity event. As a show of support and for additional grade.

-The next day, authorities tried to cover up the supernatural last night. saying it was a large animal only. Y/N was looking for Scott. She wanted to know what happened to him. Then she saw him by his locker with his friends. He looked okay. Like nothing happened. Y/N knows last night was not an animal. And that there are supernatural creatures in their town. But oh well, she can understand if the higher ups are covering it up.

-Scott and Stiles drove to Derek's loft. He wanted to ask something. The girl he saved last night, it was not just because of accident, but because his body moved on its own. He caught the scent of Y/N and he went out to find her. When Y/N stepped on the school grounds, he smelled her again.

-I think you found your mate. Derek explained to Scott what it was.

Scott: So does this mean she's also a werewolf?

Derek: Not necessarily. compared to humans, we just have an advantage of knowing for sure who our 'the one' is.

Scott: What should I do about it? And will the other werewolves know about her being my mate? Will she be in danger?

Derek: They wouldn't know unless you mark her or turn her.

Scott: Turn her? I don't think... it's not... I'm not gonna subject her to the difficulties of living like us...Uhm... I have another problem about it. Scott fidgets.

Derek kept staring at him, raising his eyebrows. But there's a grin hidden on his face. Scott can tell that Derek has an idea what he was about to say.

Uhm... it's her scent.

What about it?

It's... It's strong.

Unpleasant?

No! Not that! It's... sweet. It's like... I can't really explain, but there's a hint of citrus in it.

Fruity?

Not really. Kind of. But there's something else, I can't describe it but it's... I like it. A lot.

Btw, her scent smells different for you and for other werewolves. She might smell roses to me, but for you, roses plus something else.

Oh... okay.

So that's the problem? Derek knows that it wasn't. He knows what it was, but he wants Scott to say it. It's kinda fun to see this true alpha fidgeting.

No, it's... well... When I see her I just... there's this... urge to... to...

Derek raised his eyebrows again and turned his ear towards Scott as if to hear better. Scott was red.

Urge to... f***k her so bad.

Stiles's jaw dropped.

Derek chuckled and then said: I get it.

What am I gonna do? What if I lose control?

Stiles: Then you'll be a committing a crime, you know, nonconsensual s*x.

Scott stared back at his bestfriend. Derek chuckled.

Derek: I think it's time for you both to go home.

Stiles: I feel like I have the responsibility of keeping you from committing a crime. I'm lining her house with mountain ash.

That's overkill.

We never know. Stiles shrugged his shoulders.

-Stiles and Scott drove home. They passed by Y/N house. Scott's eyes zoomed in to the house. Y/N scent became stronger as they pass the house. Scott looked back at the house and caught a glimpse of Y/N on her room window.

Stiles: Scott! Behave! Down, boy, down!

Scott: (growled low) Stiles, I'm fine.

Stiles's eyes narrowed: It's full moon 2 days from now, Scott. And it's acquaintance party tomorrow. Stiles eyed him. Party with everyone... we will be wearing formal. Girls would dress up. Full-on hair and makeup.

Scott gripped the dashboard. Stiles continued.

In dress, that are mostly sleeveless, sometimes short or has a high slit up to the thighs, will be tight, body fit tight, or maybe backless too.

Scott swallowed and said: Stiles... I think the mountain ash idea was great after all.

-After sending Scott home, Stiles went back to Y/N house. And lined the house with mountain ash. Stiles saw Y/N through the window. Stiles decided to take a photo and sent it to Scott. To make fun of him. Scott saw Stiles's message and almost dropped his phone. It is a photo of Y/N through her room window. wearing shirt and shorts. Scott stared at her legs. She always wear pants to school so this is the first time he saw her legs.

Scott: replied to Stiles, wtf are you doing, Stiles?

Stiles: lololol. Suffer!!! btw, mountain ash 'got laid'. Stiles laughed as he sent the message. He intentionally used that phrase.

Scott cursed. He stared at the photo harder, he noticed that the shirt is a little thin, he could see her bra under there. He mentally cursed Stiles for seeing that in person.

He replied: delete that photo on your phone. Stiles: alright alright, for your eyes only. photo deleted. He knows this photo would be used for something not so innocent later. And on some more nights that follows.

-The party will start in an hour. Scott was thinking twice if he'll attend.

Stiles: We have to, being in the Lacrosse team.

Scott: It's getting harder to control, Stiles.

Stiles looked at Scott's crotch.

Scott caught on: Not that! Well, 'that' is part of it but-

Stiles: ok ok. I got this. Stiles showed him a wolfsbane. Just tell and I'll douse it, I mean, you with this.

Scott: Just tell coach I'm sick, I'm not attending.

Stiles: Mmnn, ok. I'll just send you photos of Y/N in her dress and how other guys come up to her and ask her for a dance. Okay, bye, Scott.

Scott's eyes narrowed, he stopped Stiles by holding his wrist. Scott hated the idea of other guys around Y/N.

Scott: Alright. I'll go. Stiles grinned.

-Y/N dressed up. Dark red a-line cut dress. She wore her hair down, styled to enhance her natural wavy hair. She is a sophomore. Scott, a senior.

-Party starts, the moment Y/N stepped onto school grounds Scott caught her scent, Scott tensed up. He watched as Y/N walked in the party hall. She was gorgeous. Scott swallowed, hard. He held onto Stiles's shoulder a little too heavily. Stiles's mouth was wide open.

Stiles: ouch ouch ouch! I might die tonight.

-Party went on, Scott listened in on Y/N and her friends' conversation.

'Look! Theo's so handsome!'

'Yes, omg. I want to dance with him, I hope he asks me'

Y/N: 'He does look handsome. Too handsome.'

Scott narrowed his eyes and was angry at Theo. He then saw a freshman walk over to Y/N and asked her to dance.

Stiles: (looked at the freshman and then Scott and back to freshman) that young man's gonna die, huh?

Scott just watched them intensely as they danced. The freshman walked Y/N back to her friends. And then Scott could hear another Sophomore who was thinking of asking Y/N to dance too. Ok, that's enough. Scott intercepted the Sophomore, blocking the guy and staring him off.

Stiles panicked. omg omg omg. Fidgeting behind Scott.

Stiles: S-Scott, calm down. Uhm hey, young man, just walk off if you wanna live.

-There were 2 more incidents like that, some guys want to take Y/N to dance but was blocked by Scott. So Y/N was just sitting there while her friends go and dance. She's getting sad. Scott picked up on that.

Stiles: Then you ask her to dance. She looks sad on her table, Scott. You blocking her 'dance partners' all night! Just... be close to this table, so I could douse you with wolfsbane if needed.

-It took a few more minutes and another overheard conversation of another guy planning to ask Y/N to dance. Scott got up and approached Y/N and asked her to dance.

Y/N: I-It's you. Back in the night of the attack.

Scott: Uh-yeah.

Y/N: Thank you for saving me. She stood and took Scott's hand. The contact sent electricity through Scott's body.

Scott: You're welcome. They made their way to the dance floor.

Y/N: Uhm... sorry, but... I don't know your name. I'm not a big lacrosse fan.

Scott: Oh! It's Scott McCall.

Y/N: Scott... My name is (Y/N)

Scott: Nice to meet you, Y/N.

-They talked while dancing. They discovered they have a lot of things in common. They spent like 3 songs dancing and talking. And they wouldn't have stopped until the dj played a party song. Y/N doesn't wanna dance to that. They went back to Scott's and Stiles's table. Scott introduced Y/N to Stiles. The 3 of them spent the night talking and getting to know each other.

-Y/N stared at Scott, he may not look like Theo, blonde and colored eyes, perfectly chiseled face, but Scott has an appeal of his own. He's not bad looking, he looks good actually, a different kind of good compared to Theo. He also has this mature appeal to him. Y/N can't explain but she felt safe around Scott. Like she could trust Scott with her life. He also has Dark hair, dark eyes, brown skin, like her own. She smiled about that.

-Became friends after that. Spend times out with Scott and Stiles and Liam. In Stiles's jeep, they'd go out and have fun. What she doesn't know is every after night out they have, Liam and Stiles needed to cool Scott down. It's not easy holding back the mate urges especially on full moons. Liam had to spar Scott so that he'd tire himself out and release some tension that built up during the day.

-A month before senior graduation, Scott formally asked Y/N out. They started dating. First date, Scott told her the truth. Being a werewolf, an alpha, the other supernaturals etc etc. Them being mates. Y/N took it in well, being a fan of supernatural lore. And her grandma kind of telling her stories about werewolves in this town. Scott was happy that Y/N took that real well.

Y/N: So... uhm from what I've read about mates... Thank you for holding out this long, Scott. I read it's difficult to calm down.

Scott: (blushed) yeah. It was.

Y/N chuckled. Impressed by Scott's level of control.

Y/N: How were you able to do it?

Scott: Uhm.. Stiles wolfsbane, Liam's sparring sessions everyday.

Y/N: oh... since I'm not a werewolf... I have no idea how it really feels. Is it like... you wanna, you know, all the time when I'm around?

Scott just nodded.

Y/N: like... right now too? Scott took in a breath and nodded.

Y/N: oh. Sorry about that.

Scott: You don't have to be sorry.

Y/N gained a little more confidence knowing that Scott wanted her as she wanted him. She cleared her throat and walked closer to Scott.

Y/N: I'll make it up to you. She whispered in his ears. She could see the bump forming in Scott's pants.

Y/N: no need to hold back, Scott. I want you too.

Y/N placed both her hands on Scott's muscled chest and planted a quick kiss on his lips. And that did it for Scott. He growled, eyes glowed red.

Scott: A-Are you sure?

That came out in a breathy raspy voice. Y/N nodded. Scott let out the breath he was holding, grabbed Y/N by the waist, slamming their lower regions together, Y/N felt Scott's 'hardness' touch her, turning her on too. Then Scott kissed her, hard. Taking her to the bed.

-END-

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[its-deputy-caleb]

Hi do you think you do the 4 lords reaction to finding out their GN s/o has a shadow demon that goes wherever they go and some time find the 2 of them playing board games

Hiii!! okay important note here! i decided to go a little off topic (sorry) for the purpose of a part 2 where the lord’s s/o will be an angel!! of course still gender neutral and there will be a shadow demon but the s/o will be a demon that hasn’t fully formed yet!

i’ve been really uninspired lately so this probably isn’t my best! i apologise :((

Devil or Angel? Pt.1

General HC’s

It was strange how quickly your life had changed. One morning you were just a normal villager in some godforsaken town in the middle of nowhere Romania and the next day you woke up from the cold dirty ground with a pair of huge dark wings and sharp nails.

You had been exploring some of the woodlands surrounding the village, looking for a water source which was running low when a dark figure came barrelling towards you. It felt like hours, when really it was only a few seconds of sharp searing pain. Maybe it was a bad idea to leave the village alone.

You didn’t die however, or maybe you did? You weren’t quite sure what was happening to your body. All you knew was it must have been something supernatural to make the huge black wings appear.

“Looks like you finally woke up! Do you know how fucking boring it is just waiting for you to wake up?”

You screamed in terror at the large demonic creature floating above you. It was surrounded by a cloud of black mist with red eyes that pierced through its silhouette. It had a large wicked smile aligned with sharp teeth and a set of wings that matched your own.

Behind those eyes was something much more human however, in fact it looked rather bored.

“Who, or what are you?! And mind that language!”

The creature only laughed at you, amused by the whole situation which bothered you beyond compare.

“Well I’m a demon, if I didn’t swear you’d probably think me an angel with these playful charms I posses! And to be more specific I’m your demon, it seems you fell prey to one of the other demons condemned to this world it’s quite the tragedy really.”

You were shocked at just how easily this creature, this demon talked to you. As if it was a completely normal morning and life in the village had not changed at all.

“Oh don’t act so shocked, you medieval villagers have been worshiping my kind for a lot longer than that Mother Miranda. You’re one of us now!”

Surprisingly over time the creature, who’d you’d nicknamed “red” for their glowing eyes, was slowly growing on you. You might even call them a friend.

Sure Red was cocky as all hell and didn’t hesitate to cause trouble amongst the village but they became very protective over you and showed you the ropes on life as a demon.

Life can get kinda boring when you’re practically immortal and so you and red pass the time playing old Romanian board games and solitaire. When village life got really boring you even stooped so low to play go fish together.

A lot of the time you cause mischief in and around the village while Red was practically the devil on your shoulder, egging you on to stir the pot. The lycans were particularly enjoyable to taunt.

Regardless of everything, you couldn’t see yourself without Red and to lose them would crush you. There had been one too many nights when you’d chat about everything and nothing until you fell asleep curled up underneath your wings.

That was when you felt a protective wing curl around you, one that wasn’t your own.

“Always gotta fall asleep on me don’t you, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll have you partying all night before you know it kiddo.”

Alcina Dimitrescu

It started out as a stupid dare when Red dared you to sneak into Castle Dimitrescu and steal the Lady’s lipstick after hearing the village gossip that it was expensive.

You did not expect however to get caught in the hallway, starting straight up into the eyes of Alcina Dimitrescu, a stuttering and blushing mess. It was something that Red would tease you for until eternity ended.

After winning her favour, both you and Red were invited to stay in the Castle with Alcina and her daughters. She thought you were much better company than her brother and her affluent but gothic lifestyle totally appealed to you.

As it turns out you and Alcina had a lot more in common, both being creatures of a supernatural nature. You enjoyed the lazy afternoons curled up on the couch, a glass of maidens blood in your hand as she gentle stroked the back of her hand against your wings.

You had the finest outfits that matched your black wings perfectly and everything was tailor made so you were comfortable.

Red taught you how to fly so you were able to use your wings to be at eye level with Alcina which was perfect for hugs and kisses.

It turns out that Red is a great babysitter for the girls and keeps them entertained with hunting maidens and chasing them around the Castle while you and Alcina can spend some time together.

Donna Beneveinto

At first, Donna is truly scared of you and Red much like how you were in the beginning. But eventually, with the help of Angie she saw that you were not going to harm her.

You loved to spend time with Donna and watch her make her dolls or sew her dresses. Sometimes Red will come back with Angie from a day of causing trouble to find you reading to her another encyclopaedia of plants. Her head is resting on your chest and your wings are wrapped around her protectively while you read.

Your favourite thing to do together is to take Donna into your arms and fly to the top of the mountain where the waterfall begins and watch the sunset together. She’ll always have a deathly grip on your hand the whole time even though you’ve reassured her that you’d never drop her.

One time when you leaned in and gave her a kiss, a rather loud noise was heard from the corner and interrupted you.

“EWWW you guys are too cute!! All that lovey-dovey stuff makes me sick!”

Red is standing to the side with Angie on their shoulder who is sitting there making her own dramatic faces. One of Angie’s wooden hands covers Red’s eyes while the other is held on her forehead as if the kiss was enough to kill her.

Besides from their comment both Angie and Red act like your wing man for your relationship with Donna. They absolutely love you two together and have set up many dates for the two of you.

Salvatore Moreau

You meet Salvatore Moreau one day when you’re at the reservoir playing hide and seek in the near by mines with Red.

As it’s your turn to hide you end up ducking between some planks to find a tv set up and a small couch. Sitting in the middle of it happens to be someone you now know as Sal.

He thought you were going to kill him at first, hiding his face in his hands but very slowly after some months he saw that you weren’t a threat.

Over this time trying to convince Sal that you weren’t going to hurt him and trying to spend more time with him, Red took the opportunity to tease you for your crush.

“I think someone’s in got a little crush hmm??”

Eventually you become very close with Sal and the two of you will playfully chase each other at the reservoir. Sal will swim just below the surface while you fly just above it and your fingers brush together just where the water meets the air.

One time when you were chasing Red around the rooftops of the old village, you slipped and fell into the water, something that your large feathery wings did not enjoy and Red had to pull you out.

You ended up bundled on the couch with Sal, a bunch of blankets around you as your wings dried out. It took forever and you ended up a giant bundle of fluffy feathers but Sal thought you looked adorable.

Karl Heisenberg

Karl caught you and Red taunting the lycans when he went to check on them at their den one day. At the site of you two he raised an eyebrow and proceeded to light a cigar.

“I think you two may be lost, don’t you know it’s dangerous out here?”

You can hear the sarcasm in his voice and you spread your wings out to be intimidating, Red’s black mist behind you adding to it.

“Indeed it is very dangerous out here, I’d hate for you to get hurt.”

It was then when the three of you burst into a fit of laughter knowing that you were the strongest creatures in these woods and nothing could really hurt either of you.

Both you and Karl had a mischievous side and spent a lot of time causing trouble for his sister in her Castle.

It was fun to spend time with Karl and you both grew rather close. He even trusted you enough to let you help him on some of his plans and designs.

Red was particularly fond of the idea of killing Mother Miranda.

“Ooh when she’s gone can I have my picture put back up?! Pretty please!”

Karl designed his soldats with a red glowing chest plate that reminded him of your red glowing eyes which now matched Red’s.

While Karl will deny it forever, he’s completely in awe of you and finds you absolutely breathtaking. He can’t get over how soft your wings are and always cuddles up to you complaining that it’s cold even though it’s sweltering hot in the factory.

One day Karl took you by surprise and kissed you gently but with a degree of confidence which took him months to find. You melted into him and wrapped your arms around him securely, completely forgetting Red who’s hovering in the room.

“Guys I hate to break it to you but I’m kinda third wheeling here…”

Needless to say, Red third wheeled a lot and ended up befriend Sturm as an alternative to watching you guys make out.

[yandere-sins]

omg the idea of yandere, silent, stoic kitsune suna lives in my mind rent free😳 also your writing is so good!! i love all your haikyuu posts, they’re so thrilling, they always have me on the edge of my seat with my heart in my throat. the suspense and world building is just too good!

Aww thank you so much ;; That’s so nice of you ♥ I am very glad you are able to enjoy my writing that much!!

Also anon, hands down my head’s full of kitsune and gods too lately... I gotchu--

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In a way, you felt sentimental, thinking back to the little fox you met on your way home from work. The way it watched you, its tail slowly wagging up and down, and the tiniest sounds it made as it followed you home, paws scratching over the asphalt. You were too scared to get closer than two arm lengths, but your lips still curled into a smile when you looked over your shoulder, its eyes darting up to yours, and it stopped, careful of your actions. As if it wanted to be by your side, yet, not in a way that you’d know.

You had been so thoughtful feeding it as it settled in the forest behind your house. Thrown little pieces of meat towards it or used tongs to hand it over to its maw. There was definitely enough respect between the two, but you had to admit you also spoiled it a little with cooking an extra portion of dinner for it and putting out blankets for it to curl up in on rainy days. It’s not like it hurt someone, or bothered anyone. You two merely worked up a tender relationship, and it’s not like that wasn’t your intention when you began to engage more with it.

So why did you feel ridden with regret, now that it returned your affection?

It - or he, you were still figuring that out on the go - didn’t change, even as the fox’s body contorted, claws turning into long fingers, fur into hair. Just his eyes always stayed the same, unreadable and, to you, a bit scary. There was no grand reveal or even a simple introduction. “Suna,” he said, tapping his own chest as he approached. Thankfully, your body knew better than your mind to counter his steps with your own, always one step further back than he was.

He seemed to get the hint, his eyes lingering on yours for a second more before he stopped, his head turning side to side, tilting slightly up and down as he inspected his surroundings. “W-Who...?” you croaked, gripping tightly into the cushions of your couch behind which you hid from him, gaining some distance.

“Are you not listening? Suna,” he repeated, sharp, bright irises focusing back on you. “Why didn’t you shoo me away?”

It was an untypical question, really. However, you weren’t sure what you expected from a man - or at least creature - with a pair of triangle-shaped, fluffy ears peaking from his black hair and an oversized tail still wagging after him. “What are you doing in my house?!” you threw back, rightfully unnerved by the appearance of him after you just got home that day.

No one in your family or friend circle would have been allowed to simply enter and enjoy the comforts of your home without your knowledge, and this person certainly wasn’t even one of either. You wished you could have said that you had never seen him before, but your gut told you otherwise.

“I felt like coming in. Being outdoors all day can be quite exhausting, you know?”

A moment of silence hung between you, though he never so much as blinked in the time that you two stared at each other. On an animal, sure, those sly, focused eyes were quite cute, but they were nothing short of unnerving on a human. Wait, you thought.

“The fox.” The realization hit you as you took an instinctive step further back. Suna’s ears peaked up at that, and for a brief moment, a smile laid on his lips, showcasing a rare case of pride in his expression. Was he proud of you for figuring it out? Or proud of his own origins? You couldn’t tell. But as quick as the change of face came, he dismissed it, taking a deep breath. It was neither a confirmation nor rejection of what you just realized, but he didn’t seem keen on pondering over it. “So why didn’t you shoo me away? Don’t you know that animals come back if you feed them?”

Why is it you’re so surprised? he seemed to want to ask, unable to put it into proper words. Your throat felt dry as your thoughts finally caught up with what you wanted to say, and you gulped once, wondering how to answer this. “It’s still a living creature... I just wanted to help it out.”

As if you could read his mind, the deadpan expression on his face shifted only slightly, telling you what he thought about your sentiment. Truly, he didn’t seem like he needed help with food. If anything, he had devilishly good looks, no signs of malnutrition showing under the sand-colored kimono he wore.

It was hard to converse with him, but it was just as hard to keep eye contact. Something about him, may it be his posture or the extra limbs he displayed, made you restless, not least because you saw him shift from something akin to a fur monster to nothing short of a man out of a fairytale. Your mind was so driven by curiosity that you almost didn’t hear the urges of your body. Why was he here? What made him follow you in the first place? What was he? All questions that troubled you, yet, all your shivering knees and nervous lip-biting told you, was to get away. After all, looks and reality were two different things. He might look intriguing and yet be dangerous under those brilliant eyes.

“What are you...?” you managed to bring forth eventually. However, before you even spoke your last word, he silently passed you, and you jumped out of his way, watching in shock as he closed the door to your garden through which he must have come in. Almost as if he had waited for you to make a run for it. As if he had given you a chance, at least.

“Are you really that curious?” he asked, closing in the distance much too fast for your comfort. You barely had time to move before he gripped your wrist, his fingers abrasive against your skin. “For starters, I’m hungry, so feed me.”

Instantly, you felt appalled by his touch, but even more so his request. “How dare you...!”

“I’ll find something if you don’t hurry,” he interrupted you, never giving you the time to speak out your emotions at him. Instead, he lifted his hand, gnarly, sharp fangs protruding from a row of white as he pulled your fingers to his lips. With his tongue licking at your fingertip, you had only seconds to pull your hand away, stumbling and losing your footing as you took quite a few steps back. You could have already seen your finger being caught between his teeth and the thought alone sent a shiver down your spine.

“No!” you yelled out, only sparing a short glance at your hand to see if everything was still okay. It wasn’t long that an obvious growl of a stomach made its way to your ear, and for some reason, you couldn’t help but take his demand very seriously after the show he put on. “I will get some! Stay- Stay here so long!” you instructed. With an anxious glance over your shoulder, you ran off into the kitchen next to the living room, rummaging through your fridge.

How adorably frightened you were. Annoying to deal with still, but not as bad as other humans were when he appeared. Suna knew he’d have to hide and wait if you were to call someone for help or leave the house without him, but you had yet to find out how much fun he’d have with you. The more you’d try to keep him away, the more eager he’d become to be by your side. That had always been the case with the humans that thought he was too adorable to keep away.

Suna loved the look of you fussing in the kitchen, trying to prepare anything for him. Even though you told him to wait, he couldn’t help but follow on quiet soles, roaming around you and taking in the scents mixing under his nose of the food and you. He couldn’t be bothered with the other foxes’ opinions about humans. Not when you were so much fun to hang around, reacting to even the most subtle of his actions as if you were a rabbit rather than a proud human.

But you, on the other hand, would have to learn how to deal with the constant, watchful eyes in your back and the mischievous smile playing over his lips when you weren’t looking.

Especially now, when he wasn’t going to leave the hand that was feeding him anytime soon.