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bigcats-birds-and-books · 2 years ago
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oh, internet, please learn from my Misfortunes: if you work in An Office and the zipper on your jeans breaks, one (1) binder clip isn't gonna cut it as an Emergency Closure, but you can MacGyver two (2) clips together and keep your pants semi-closed that way, if you absolutely must
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foxfirexo · 5 months ago
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hi its my first time writing a lil story like this, I hope it's not too long and you like it!! ^^
*THIS STORY IS ABOUT TRANSFEMS*
you're at a party and you don't know why you thought this was a good idea. it's not some insanely big party, just a group of friends but you only know a few of them and aaaaaaa it's still enough to be loud and overwhelming. you cling to the wall, not knowing how to join into the circle of conversation happening in the middle of the room without disrupting its flow.
this is stupid. why are you even here? you're terrible in this kind of situation. might as well just use the bathroom and then leave, not like anyone will notice-
wait, did that girl just look at you? no, not just that, did she just stop mid sentence and- and did you imagine it, or did her jaw clench and her lips curl into the subtlest of smiles when she saw you?
no no no no you say to yourself as your cheeks flush bright red. you abandon your drink on a side table and flee the scene, now needing to find the bathroom for multiple reasons...
you search the halls desperately trying to find the bathroom, wanting so badly to hide. damnit why do you have to be too shy to just ask somebody where the damn thing is? it's not helping that every time you close your eyes even just for a moment you see that devious little grin and that gorgeous face- wait
you blink a few times. this time your eyes aren't closed but the gorgeous face is staring mischievously at you anyway? you blink a few times, surely you've finally gone insane and this is a hallucination
"going somewhere, darling?" she says, her voice low and dripping with... desire?
you barely manager to stutter out a pitiful, "i- no i- I was j-just trying to find th-the bathroom," but you're finding it really hard to focus fck why is she standing so close that you can smell her fck why does she smell so good fck fck fck
"surely you weren't going to hide away all... this... from me?" too close too close you can feel her breath from here oh god what is she looking at why are her eyes wandering like that
you're slammed with instant regret that you decided you didn't need to wear a bra today, and you are painfully aware of the texture of your tshirt as your very excited nipples say hello to the gorgeous lady who is staring directly at them oh lord what is happening
before your mind can catch up she reaches up and brushes a finger in a thoughtless circle against the hard lil bump poking out through your tshirt. "oh my~ looks like i wasn't the only who felt something between us~" she grabs your wrist and starts dragging you into an empty bedroom but you're still trying to process what she just said. wait, what? not.. not the only...????
the click of a door closing pierces through your confusion and brings you back to the present, only to find yourself being pushed back and falling and- oh you were caught by a bed and- oh shit she's kneeling over you-
"im glad i caught you before you could run away, kitten," her lips find yours for the briefest of moments before leaning in right next to your ear and whispering, "i can't stand the thought of missing out on a tasty little snack such as yourself, that would be a tragedy" *she licks your ear* "hmmm, wouldn't it?"
you go to protest but her knee presses up between your thighs and your words are lost to a moan escaping your lips. your head is fuzzy but you can't help yourself and as if they have a mind of their own your hips start moving, desperately pushing up against her knee, you can't get enough aaahhh
"awww what a pretty little slut," she coos, her fingers reaching down and wrapping around your dick and eliciting a sharp gasp from you. "such a good girl, perhaps I should reward you by using you, mmmm?" she grins and her eyes sparkle at you, she's enjoying this too damn much but nnngh fck its so hotttt
the cold air of the room makes your skin prickle as she tugs off your clothes, leaving goosebumps all over your skin. as she pulls her own shirt off and undoes her bra you forget how horny you are for just a moment as you marvel at how breathtaking her body is, she looks like one of the goddesses just dropped out of the sky and now she's undressing in front of you...
... then your eyes trail down a little further as she tugs off her jeans and you inhale sharply at the sight of her gorgeous dick, already dripping and pulling her lacy blue panties taught. oh my god this is really happening oh my god
she wraps you up in her arms and pulls you into her lap, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear so she can sink her teeth uninterrupted into the supple flesh of your neck. her hardness is pressing up against you now and your heart is racing like a hurricane in your chest. all you can manage to squeak out is a desperate, "p-please.." before she sinks herself into your ass. your back arches and your tits press against hers and it feels amazing, so amazing, you can feel her swollen nipples pressed against your own and you cry out with utter desperation
"shhhh, quiet, pet! I don't want anyone interrupting my playtime. nobody gets to enjoy this but me."
you feel sharp nails digging into your back as her throbbing dick thrusts into you even deeper than before, but the shuddering moan trying to escape your throat is silenced by three fingers shoved into your mouth, pressing against your tongue. with that your mind goes utterly blank and your whole body clenches
its too much its too much its too much
you feel her teeth sink into your neck once again, using you to stifle her own moans as she fills your ass with hot cum. you cry out against her fingers and it feels like your whole body is bursting at the seams and in a moment of hazy mind numbing pleasure that seems to hang and stretch out for an eternity....... your body shudders and you orgasm harder than you've ever orgasmed before
your heaving chests still pressed together like the world depends on it, she smiles up at you and you feel a little silly, your mouth dripping with saliva and your thighs covered in the sweet evidence of what you'd otherwise discount as a fever dream.
"what a good girl, a very good girl," she mumbles with a huge shameless grin on her face as she kisses your last few shreds of consciousness away
damn what a crazy part amirite i want to go to a party like this goddamn
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paigebueckersmommy · 8 months ago
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nervous - p.b
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paige bueckers x fem!reader
warnings: smut??? fingering, virgin
requested by anon
you and paige’s relashionship was sneaking up on 6 months, and still hadn’t gotten past a heated makeout shesh. you knew paige wasn’t a virgin, and she knew you were and didn’t have a problem with it. your consent was her biggest priority, and you just hadn’t thought you were ready. with paige, all your problems went away and your own u loved when your lips were on hers, so you felt you were ready with paige.
you had thought long and hard about your decision to do this, so when paige asked to come over, you got excited and tried to prepare yourself for your first time with paige.
when she texted that she was there, you had a huge smile on your face as you buzzed her into your aparentment, you opened the door and pulled her into a hug with your head in the crook of her neck. “hi baby” she pulled away from your face as she said it with a smile looking at your huge grin. “you’re extra happy today what’s up ma?” paige said with a little giggle. you looks her in her beautiful eyes, and took a deep breath. “P i’m ready.” “oh, sweetheart are you sure? like 100%? this is a big thing,” paige said with the sweet voice you loved
“yes P i’m sure i love you so much and i wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you.” you say lookin up at her. “okay baby” paige says with a smile, leading you to your bedroom. you sit down on the bed and paige lowers herself to your level, “mamas are sure your 100% you want this?” “yes paige i am 11% sure” you say giggling, “okay baby, can you take this off for me?” paige says grazing the fabric on your shirt. you follow her request, and she didn’t ask for it, but you take off your bra too.
“sweetheart i’m gonna finger you, is that okay?” paige said with such genuine eyes. “of course that’s okay baby.” you say, realizing the feelings your having. paige starts to take of your pants, as you suddenly stop her. “paige i’m nervous” you say. it wasn’t that paige made you nervous, it was just the fact that someone other than you would be doing this. “why did i do something wrong im so sorry” paige said with such innocent eyes. “no paige it’s not you , i just, i don’t know. but i defitnelu want to do this.” “okay my love. we can go as slow as you need me to for you to be comfortable.” paige said, with a look of worry. “okay paige i’m ready please do it.” paige looks at you before continuing to take off your pants and stick two of her veiny digits inside of you as you close your eye and breath out, she looks at you. “tell me when you want me to start moving baby no rush.” you start to gain more need.
“move please paige,” she starts to move her finger slowly pumping them “are you okay ma?” paige says. “yes fuck P please go faster,” “your wish is my command,” paige says with a cocky undertone. she starts pumpkin faster as you feel yourself start to clench. “fuck P i’m close i’m gonna cum” you say through breathy moans “cum for me princess” paige says as she watches you release under her with a grin.
after you recover from your orgasm, your still without a article of clothing on when paige is laying to you. “fuck if i knew you were that good i would’ve been ready a while ago.” you say. paige giggles, then breathes out, “baby im so proud of you you did so good for me. i’m glad that you felt safe enough to do with me it means a lot.”
a/n : i hate this so much
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schlattslambo · 18 days ago
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please pleaeee do a sequel to the chubby reader x schlatt I've reread it soo many times I need more !!!
a/n: i gotchu bestie!! i am so glad that so many people like this! i may have gotten carried away with this one lmao. but im sorry that this took so long! work has just been kicking my ass
warnings: as before, female presenting reader, unprotected sex, just schlatt being super sappy and romantic
bigger girls are better | schlatt part 2 18+
It had been a few weeks since you last saw Jay, and the two of you had been in almost constant contact. With both of your schedules, it was hard to meet up, but today was the day that you were going to see each other again. Jay wouldn’t tell you this, but he was giddy as he waited for you to text him that you were ready to go on your date. You’d mentioned to him that girls like you never really got to go on dates with guys like him, so he was determined to take you on the best date ever.
Snow came down as you waited for Jay to pick you up. He’d promised that he was going to take you to a steakhouse. His favorite steakhouse to be exact, and you were excited. You weren’t sure what had come over Jay for him to like you, but you weren’t complaining. You just had to keep your guard up because there had to be a catch. He was so attractive, and you were, well, you were you.
A knock on your door brings you back to reality and you sigh, looking at yourself one final time in the mirror. Your hair is curled to perfection and your eyes pop with mascara and eyeliner behind your glasses. Your jeans hug your ass and your sweater is just baggy enough to hide your tummy. You open the door, revealing Jay standing there. He’s got khakis on and from what you can see, a nice collared shirt. He even ditched his hat.
“Holy shit,” He whispers, raking his eyes up and down your figure. “You look…holy shit.”
A giggle bubbles out of your mouth before you can stop it, color blooming on your cheeks.
“Do I look okay?” You ask. “I don’t really have anything that screams ‘steakhouse’.”
“You look like a goddess.” Jay says, his own cheeks finding some color. “I almost don’t want to go out to eat. I’d rather eat you out.”
You gasp and swat at his chest, which makes him laugh. “Shut up!” You yelp.
“C’mon, baby,” Jay says, linking his fingers with yours. “Let’s go get lunch.”
LIke the gentleman that he wants to show you that he is, Jay opens the passenger side door for you, allowing you to get in the car first. He gets into the driver’s seat and starts the drive to the steakhouse, his hand on your thigh.
“Have you ever been to a steakhouse before?” Jay asks you. You shake your head.
“The closest I get is going to the hibachi place around the corner.” You reply. “But I’ve always wanted to go to a steakhouse.”
When you pull up to the steakhouse, you realize that you might be a bit more nervous than you first thought. You attempt to swallow down your nerves and follow Jay in. He speaks to the hostess and the woman leads the two of you to the back. You’re sitting in a dimly lit area with a candle on the table. This steakhouse is way more romantic than you were expecting.
“I didn’t know that steakhouses had candlelit lunches.” You say with a smile.
“This one does.” Jay replies, his cheeks still flushed. “I wanted our date to be really romantic.”
You give Jay a warm smile as the waiter comes to your table and takes your drink orders. Soft music plays overhead and you can’t help the warm sensation that sits in your chest. Jay is staring at the menu, pretending to figure out what he wants to order, because if he looks at you for too long, he’s going to want to take you right here on the table. And that’s not very romantic.
The date goes well, despite both of your nerves. You’re both complementing each other and laughing softly together. Surely Jay is serious about this, you figure. He wouldn’t go through all of the trouble to get a reservation at this super fancy steakhouse if he was just here to get his dick wet. And his foot wouldn’t be resting against yours if he wasn’t serious about it either.
As Jay pays the bill, the two of you realize that the snow has really come down since you had gone into the steakhouse. The main roads are clear, thankfully, but the two of you have to clear off his car. By the time you’re done, you’re shivering and Jay just wants to get you home so you can warm up. He blasts the heat on the way back to your place, where you plan on lighting a fire in the fireplace.
Jay parks his car in your driveway, giving you a smile.
“You can come in if you want.” You offer. “I was gonna make some hot cocoa and light a fire.”
Jay takes you up on that offer, getting out of the car. As your foot crunches in the snow, you get an idea. You lean down and make a snowball, packing it tightly in your hands before launching it at Jay. It hits him in the shoulder and explodes, making him flinch.
“What the fuck?” He asks before his eyes land on you. “Oh, you little brat!”
You squeal as Jay runs at you, grabbing some snow as he does. You attempt to take off, but can’t really move quickly in the five inches of snow that sits on your lawn. Jay grips your shoulder and shoves snow down the back of your shirt, making you yelp and arch your back at the icey cold snow that’s now dripping down to your ass.
You whip around and attempt to do the same thing, but Jay’s quicker and stronger than you. He grips both of your wrists and attempts to turn you back around, but you slip and suddenly the two of you are in the snow. You throw some snow at Jay, which lands on his head, and he throws some at you, which lands just above your shirt. The two of you are laughing hysterically and unable to breathe.
“Lets get you inside and warmed up.” Jay says as he helps you up.
“I can throw your clothes into the dryer.” You offer as you unlock the door.
“That would be lovely.’ Jay replies.
The warmth of your house envelops the two of you as you walk in. You both strip out of your wet clothes and you take Jay’s clothes to the dryer. After putting them in, you realize that you’re both just in underwear, skin pink where you were laying in the snow. This is the first time you’ve seen Jay in just his boxers, and your eyes widen.
He’s large and broad, with the tiniest bit of tummy. The faintest dusting of brown hair sits in the middle of his chest and a happy trail that leads to his bulge. He’s looking at you with a shine in his eyes that you haven’t seen before. You’re standing there with your bra and panties (not matching because who the fuck has the time for that??), cellulite and tummy, thick thighs and all, and he’s looking at you like you hung the fucking moon.
“You’re so beautiful.” He says softly. “Like, wow.”
Jay walks up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his forehead to yours.
“Yeah?” You ask. Jay nods.
“I know I’ve said it a lot these past few weeks, but I really mean it.” He whispers. “You’re the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on. All of those fuckheads who said otherwise are idiots. You deserve to be worshiped.”
“I do?” You look up at Jay with wide eyes. He just nods with a smile.
“Can I worship you?” He asks, breathing against your lips.
At your nod, his lips attach to yours. The connection is nearly as hot and desperate as the fire crackling in the fireplace. You moan into his mouth and he presses you against him. You feel his hard cock pressing against your lower belly as he takes your bottom lip between your teeth. You back up until you reach your couch, allowing Jay to lay you back. His kisses stop for just a moment before he attaches his lips to your neck, smiling against your skin as you moan.
His hand travels behind your back and he unclips your bra with ease. Jay watches as your breasts fall out, nipples already hard at both his contact and the chill from outside.
“God,” He groans, leaning back down and taking a nipple into your mouth and nibbling on it.
Your back arches and Jay’s thigh is right between your legs. Your hips grind on it and Jay smiles, watching as your tits bounce.
“Atta girl.” Jay praises. “Make yourself feel good.”
“Fuck, I need you.” You gasp.
“Yeah?” Jay asks, hooking his fingers into your panties and pulling them down. “How do you need me?”
“Fuck me, Jay.” You sigh.
You watch as Jay takes his boxers down, his cock hitting his stomach. He strokes it a few times, smiling as you watch. One hand is around his cock and the other snakes between your legs. He finds your hole easily, and it’s already nearly dripping onto the couch. Two thick fingers plunge into your heat and you cry out. Jay teases you a bit, fingering you slowly. Every time his fingers go back into you, his thumb presses on your clit.
“Jay!” You whine. “Please!”
“So impatient.” Jay teases. “I’m just getting you ready, toots. I’m thick.”
You groan as Jay adds another finger. You look down and watch his cock. The head is an angry pink and the tiniest bead of precum is forming. His balls are tight behind his fist and he looks as if he’s holding back.
“Just fuck me already.” You beg. “Please, Jay, I need you inside me.”
“Yeah?” Jay asks. “You want my cock?”
You nod quickly, gasping as his cock slowly works its way inside of you. Jay groans deeply as you pull him in. You’re so warm and wet and your walls hug him so tightly. As he bottoms out, Jay attaches his lips to yours as your legs wrap around his waist.
He slowly starts moving, swallowing your moans as he kisses you roughly. One hand holds him up while the other reaches down and twists your nipple until your cunt flutters over him and you cry out. His balls slap against your ass as his thrusts get harder, wanting you to feel good. Jay looks down at you, your face twisted up in pleasure, and his cock twitches inside of you.
He can’t believe anyone would talk bad about you, ask you out as a joke, or anything like that. You’re so plush and warm and wet for him. And you’re so sensitive to his touches. He leans down, sinking his teeth into your neck before sucking. You cry out even louder, your pussy contracting.
“You close, baby?” Jay asks against your ear as you nod. “You gonna cum all over this cock?”
“Yes!” You cry out. “I’m gonna cum!”
Jay reaches down and strums your clit with his thumb, watching as you throw your head back in a silent scream. Your pussy holds him tight as you cum, making his orgasm hit him like a truck. He groans, his thrusts growing sloppier as he rides out his high, spurts of white painting your insides.
Both of you are out of breath as Jay’s cock softens inside of you. He pulls out, and before you can whine about the emptiness, he sticks a finger in.
“Don’t let any of this fall out.” He orders, pulling your panties up.
You’re pulled against him on the couch, him completely naked and you just wearing your undies. Your heart is racing and you look up at Jay, who’s combing his fingers through your hair. There’s a moment of silence, the only sounds being your breathing and the crackling of the fire. Jay smiles down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. After this, he feels like he’s on top of the world, but there’s one more thing that he needs to do.
“Hey, (y/n)?” He asks softly.
“Hm?” You hum from his chest.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
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xazse · 11 months ago
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im in heat (ovulating) and I jus can't stop thinking about scaramouche helping his lil bunny out when shes in heat:(
love ur content btw, I literally shit myself when I found out u also wrote for jjk.. can I kiss u platonically
SCARAMOUCHE X FEM!BUNNYGIRLREADER
Notes: This is for you<3 and I’m glad you liked my jjk readings, (ofc you can have a platonic kiss!!!) HOPE YOU ENJOY<33
Tags: Smut all around! Tit-sucking, mentions of blowjobs, hybrid!reader, Heats
Pairings: SCARAMOUCHE X FEM!BUNNYGIRLREADER
You’ve been downright annoying, constantly bugging him with your insatiable behavior, whether it’s you gripping onto him for him to stay in bed with you, or it’s you rubbing yourself on him at night trying to stir him awake.
He doesn’t know what’s wrong with you, after another evening of you interrupting his private time he’s done. He takes you to the on site doctor, it doesn’t take 20 minutes before the doctor automatically says you’re in a “heat” since Scaramouche is confused the doctor gathers this must be your first one. He says that whatever needs you may be whining about can either be fulfilled or he can leave you to some specialists he knows, Scaramouche agaisnt that and just takes you back.
He’s taken a week off just for you, you should be happy for him to rot in this room with you constantly in his face, and you are, you show that in a tenthfold.
The first day is spent with you pawing at him and urging him to remove his clothing and yours as well. He can admit it is a little cute to see you beg.
Precise hands slip off your panties, you’re hot to the touch and absolutely dripping, poor bunny being denied for so long due to his confusion. His fingers slip into your cunt and begin fingering you, you’re positioned on your back with both legs spread out wide. Your small plush tail is twitching everytime he plunges his fingers deep into you, hearing small whimpers leaving your throat. His fingers are relentless with their assault on your sensitive insides, he makes sure to press on your spot every so often, sending you into a flurry of sexual emotions.
When he continues, he’s just surprised at the amount of cum coating his hands, the copious amount of slick close to his wrist. You look like you’re on cloud nine, glossed eyes, glossy lips covered in your drool is making him throb.
He quickly unbuttons his pants, letting his fat cock free. He uses his cum covered hand and coats his cock generously, you start to mewl at the loss of his fingers, already attempting to sit up he pushes you to lay back down.
“Relax woman” he scoffs out, your eyes wind down to the way he’s stroking himself, getting off to just the needy expression on your face, you take it a step further by lifting up your shirt, you didn’t even bother with a bra today. This really does the trick and he pounces onto you, so quick to line his cock up with your hole.
A few minutes later and he’s balls deep inside of you, your legs are wrapped around his torso, arms wrapped around his neck and your loud moans going right into his ear. His hips are moving so fast, cock bullying into you, you’re stuffed to the brim: yelping about how good it feels, how much you love him, it’s not long before your entire body pulls him closer and your cumming all around him.
The days afterwards are so dizzying, sex is all that plagues your mind, the room ends up being so hot, so sweaty, all you can think about is the thick cock filling you up, cumming inside you nonstop. Once he’d grabbed your tall ears while you were sucking him off, your fingers wildly rubbing your clit, and you let out the loudest Moan, you slumped against him, panting open mouthed: signaling that you just came for the 2nd time that random night.
The make-out sessions were just as dirty, it was mainly scara shoving his tongue down your throat, holding you by the wrists tight so you couldn’t pull back from it. He barely gave you time to take a break to breathe, lewd slurping sounds resonate through the room.
Scara also pleasures you by sucking on your breasts, though most times the stimulation isn’t there, but with your heat it’s at an all time high, your fingers tightens into his hair, urging him to not stop sucking.
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pinkaditty · 2 months ago
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Who's Passing NNN? Tokyo Debunker Pt 2
this is SO cliche i know. please. let me... have this...
a/n: 2 posts in less than 24 hours!?!?! yes!!! enjoy, please. im kinda proud of these. not even gonna tell y'all how i am bc u already know. quick disclaimer that i write these under the assumption the tokyo debunker boys are at least 18 years old. they appear to be present at a university considering there are professors and a chancellor. not to mention the boys drink, smoke, gamble, and refer to themselves as adults. summary: part 2 of the whole 'who out of the tokyo debunker boys is passing NNN?' thing. pretty self-explanatory. cw: fictional men jorking it!!!!!! MINORS DNI!!!!!!!! not really proofread i fear Frostheim || Vagastrom || Jabberwock || Sinostra || Hotarubi || Obscuary || Mortkranken (jabberwock already written yea currently working on sinostra)
MINORS DNI AS USUAL! THANK YOU FOR RESPECTING MY BOUNDARY!
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Vagastrom:
Alan Mido: Fail
NOW! Before you jump me! He failed by accident. Forgot it was November. Needed to get his rocks off after everything pissing him off for a while. Sometimes though, he manages to hold out for a while. 
He’s working on a car right now, laying on the car roller, fixing it up after an unfortunate accident while dealing with an external anomaly. He lets his thoughts wander as he fixes the car. So many things had pissed him off this week. Ishibashi needing to meet at ridiculous times, Leo being unreliable, even his grades slipping. This car was just one of them. Maybe he needed to blow off some steam. Maybe he could go for a drive? No, not enough. Spar? No, he’d already taken enough of Sho’s time. Maybe… a different way? 
A sudden itch makes itself known just as he thinks that. He stiffens under the car, clenching his jaw. None of that. He was in the garage. He had to hold it together. He shakes his head and continues working on the car, ignoring the itch. He tries to come up with other ways to blow off steam. Studying, exercising, anything. The itch grows stronger. He sighs angrily and forces his attention on the car. He was in the garage, for fuck’s sake. The itch continues and then grows into a twitch. He presses his thighs together on impulse, before realizing how that may look and coughing, spreading his legs apart again. He bites his tongue and continues fixing the car as the twitching persists. His face becomes flushed and his composure cracks just a little. He couldn’t ignore his twitching cock forever.
And, maybe it’d be a good way to blow off some steam… 
Shohei Haizono: Pass
Well. As much as it seems like he may have a crazy sex drive, and as much as I would like to subscribe to that idea, I just don’t think it’s true. He doesn’t have a strong one. That said, he hardly goes a month without masturbating. He manages, but when he goes so long without it, it can get kinda frustrating. 
There were far too many customers today, he thinks. He’d gone several days without being able to wind down, since his food truck had been so busy. He’s glad for the success, but it’s become so time-consuming. The feeling had come out of nowhere, but since the last few customers and all throughout cleaning up, he’d been feeling a little pent up. His half-hard cock pressed insistently against his pants as he wiped down the counter, ensuring it was clean before he let out an exhausted sigh. The cool night air responded with crickets chirping and some owls hooting. 
Well… There wasn’t anyone around. 
Before he knows it, he’s turned off the lights, tucked himself underneath the counter where he wouldn’t be visible, and has eagerly pulled his cock out. He can’t be bothered to care about his surroundings as he starts, biting the sleeve of his uniform to prevent himself from being heard. Unfortunately, some light, breathy groans escape through the fabric of his shirt, but the noise mingles well with the pap pap pap sound of his hand over his cock and the shuffling sound of his legs opening and closing, overwhelmed with pleasure. His body shakes as he releases, careful to catch it in his palms, not wanting to have to clean again. When clarity finally hits, he sighs and shakes his head, observing his mess. God, how many sanitation laws did he just break?
And… did he remember to close the window?
Leo Kurosagi: Pass (Miserably)
Had to be clear. Yes, he passes, but barely, and miserably so. He’s doing it for clout and he’s posting about it, too. He’s letting his fans run wild with speculation at his announcement and letting them make all the claims they want when he successfully completes it. However, I’m quite confident that the second it was December 1st, Leo couldn’t fucking stand it anymore.
November 31st, 11:59pm. He lays on his bed with a half-hard cock pressing unyieldingly against his boxers and his phone in his hand with a drafted post congratulating himself for completing NNN, ready to be sent the moment that clock hit December 1st, 12:00am. He keeps his eyes fixated on the time, letting his hand drift downwards and hold himself through his pajama pants. The time still hasn’t changed. He gives himself a light squeeze, and is shocked at the needy sigh that passes through his lips. Fuck, he just needed this time to change. He just needed this time to change. He bites his lip, keeping the pressure on his cock as he gently strokes through his pants. He shifts his legs around, progressively getting more and more antsy as he stared at the time. 11:59 still. Who knew a minute could last so fucking long? He continues stroking gently, getting himself to full mast, twitching the entire time. 
Just as he’s about to give up, the time changes. 12:00am at last. He hurriedly presses “Post” and practically tosses his phone to the side, reaching inside his pajama pants and boxers to wrap a hand around his stiffened cock. He wastes no time in stroking, surprising even himself with his needy whines and unintelligible phrases and throaty moans. He spreads his legs apart and grips his thigh with his free hand, speeding up his pace. He moans through gritted teeth before his eyes roll back and his jaw goes slack, yielding a strangled moan as he covers his hands and pajamas with his release. He allows his legs to collapse on the bed, and picks up his phone again, checking his post. 
1k likes, 200 comments. It was 12:01am. Sheesh, that didn’t take him long at all…
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a/n: wowee! i spit this out at 2am yesterday and fine-tuned it 2day so enjoy. eat this. i will be back 2 post jabberwock's soon, hopefully.
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lixies-favorite-cookie · 5 months ago
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doomsday ◦ h.j
—Sometimes doomsday wasn't the crumbling of a city; doomsday was an apocalypse of the mind
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@anon im so glad you requested this bc I literally loved writing it so much like it fr had my creative juices FLOWING so feel free to request anytime babes
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Paring ◦ Han x reader
Words ◦ 5231
Genre ◦ Hurt and comfort, ngl this angsty asf
Warnings ◦ han is a dick at the beginning but he is redeemed, panic attacks, language (like fr so many fucks in this its wild), talk about wasting your life, anxiety, fear, han is such a cunt at first its insane, not edited, uhhh I think that's it.
A/N ◦ This one is chaotic asf so if you don't like my chaotic writing this is definitely where you might wanna click off 💀ALSO IF YOU LIKED THIS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME like it literally doesn't have to be much you can just be like it was pretty cool
~CookieCreates🍪
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Sometimes it felt like Han gave away the numbers of the clock like dollar bills, bartering off a life that only ever seemed to be rushing away like a river roaring down the rocks too fast. He scoops little moments out from the shimmering rapids, but time still trickles between his fingers; the hours melting together like wax dripping down the spindly hands, its bony fingers-
reaching
reaching
r e a c h i n g
out to him, pulling him into a pool at the bottom of his feet, a pool of glittering, glowing memories.
Is this all life is?
Working
Stressing
Never sleeping
Never eating
Is the praise worth it?
Those hopeless nights, endless days, tired eyes, and a mind made of mush—was it all worth it?
Was any of it worth it?
The roar of the crowds drowning out the sound of the seconds-
tick
tick
ticking away, the shuffle of the sand seeping into the bottom of the hourglass—he taps the crystal dome, wondering how much of it is left—wondering when it all will stop.
When he can stop.
Han was a fizzing bottle of soda—shook for too long—today was hard; every day before a comeback is: producing, singing, dancing, learning, watching, waiting-
Checking off boxes on a list that never ended, so when he finally walks into the door of your shared apartment, a room he feels like he hasn't seen in weeks, he doesn't really notice you anxiously sitting on the couch, your knees bouncing on the floor mindlessly-
snapping
snapping
snapping
on the linoleum, something so simple shouldn't set him off, sure, but the sound was so familiar—so scary—it vibrated in his head, booming in his brain seconds-
ticking
ticking
ticking away
your feet
snapping
snapping
snapping on the ground.
He comes home to get away from the world rushing out from under him, so why were you sitting there being so fucking-
“Hannie!” You beam, sprinting over to throw your arms around his neck, breathing his scent in. It feels like centuries since you've seen him last. You vibrate with nervous, excited energy, practically bouncing up and down; but the thing was, right now he didn't want to be touched.
He didn't want to be held
He didn't want to have to talk
He didn't want to have to remember he had a life outside of the bubble that was his work. It felt like he was tending to gardens he didn't know how to grow. Your relationship had already sprouted; the seed planted a while ago, but even though the delicate stages of its development had passed, that didn't mean that it still didn't have to be cared for, and right now, he didn't care about anything. 
It was selfish, sure, but when you've spent your whole life giving parts of yourself away, selfishness seems so easy, at least while you still have small slivers of your soul left. 
He grates his teeth, everything seeming so wholly overwhelming, the walls encapsulating him in an unbreakable hourglass. He was so stressed, so tired, so done, so trapped. His breath stutters when you squeeze him tighter, nuzzling your nose against his shirt, staring up at him expectantly, eyes shimmering. 
"I haven't hugged you in forever I missed your face" you giggle voice like clouds of cotton candy but not quite sweet enough to dull the sour feeling settling in his stomach
He knows that love should never feel this hard, but right now everything he did felt hard, and the way you stare at him so longingly like you're going to combust if he doesn't perform, put on a fake smile, and act like everything is okay makes him feel like a fizzing bottle of soda with a lid screwed on too tight, and when you grip him tighter, trying to push an answer out of him
He flips his lid. 
"Holy shit, y/n, do you have to be so bombarding?" He snaps, pushing your arms away from him, almost looking disgusted. Your smile slips, staring at him in shock, still not really registering what he said. 
He doesn't know what feels worse—the way your features tremble with hurt or the way he knows he doesn't care. 
"I'm tired; I just want to go to bed, okay, and you are immediately rushing me; every day as soon as I get through the door, it's exhausting."
"You can't be serious," you whisper, genuinely believing what you said. He couldn't be serious. There was no way in hell he really believed that, but it didn't matter if he believed it or not; it all still hurt the same.
He wishes he could overlook the flames that flare in your eyes, consuming the stars that always seemed to shimmer.
What did he just do?
He sighs, collapsing onto the couch, digging the palms of his hands into his drooping eyes. He was so scared; the fear loosing his lips and everybody knows words of fear are the greatest lies. 
"Yes, I'm serious. Do you know how much work you are? I work all day, work, work, work, work everybody needs me always wanting, always needing something, something, fucking something," he growls, smacking his hands against his thighs, thrown into an unexplainable rage. "And as soon as I get home, you need me too; everybody is so fucking needy." The next words he says feel like an earthquake erupted in your soul, splitting your heart in two. 
"Your so fuckin' needy."
You flutter your eyelashes shut, pushing back emotions that boil in your brain. There are so many feelings fighting for the light, but instead of screaming, crying, or lashing out, you take a deep breath and fold your arms, calmly asking 
"Then why don't you just break up with me then?" There is nothing more terrifying than a woman whose fire rages behind a veil of ice, but when he looks up, watching the flames wrap around your posture, wisping around every edge of your bones, and even with the ashes of the love you once had for him fluttering in the wind, he still opens his big, fat, fucking mouth. 
"Or maybe I should have just never asked you out in the first place." No sooner did he spit the sentence out, did he want to shove it right back in his mouth. Your shoulders droop, eyes filling with an almost impossible amount of pain.
The earth crumbles, the walls of your shared home collapsing around you, rubble lost in all the memories that flicker away like embers floating from the burning configuration that was your relationship. It was ironic how the world worked; it took years to build up the love you felt and only a single sentence to wash it all away. You never thought you would see armageddon, but when those letters left his lips, you quickly realized sometimes doomsday wasn't the crumbling of a city; doomsday was an apocalypse of the mind. 
"Okay," you croak, hot tears streaming down your face; a wobbly smile pulls at your lips almost out of habit, facial muscles forced out of memory. 
You have never once imagined yourself drowning under so many words left unsaid, sinking in the waves of tears you fought back, and as you trudged up the stairs, sinking into your bed, you wondered when you would hear the begrudging footsteps—the hesitant knocks. Wondered when you'd hear his soft apology—a voice racked with guilt—but your fantasy never came.
All you heard was the clicking of the clock behind you, counting down the hours where he disappointed you again and again
You don't know what got to you first—the peirce of realization that he didn't regret the bitter insults that left his lips so easily or when you saw the calendar that peaked from the corner of your closet-
5 days
5 days left unmarked
5 days left blank
5 days until you celebrated your 3 year anniversary
Han Jisung would never know you were counting down the days
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Han should have runned after you, and in perspective, after a good night's sleep and a nice warm meal, he has never felt so completely stupid for not, but after you trudged up the stairs with a pained smile and glassy eyes, he was so starkly shocked he had said something so disgustingly distasteful his feet stuck to the ground, and finally, after hours of staring at the pool of time bubbling by his shoes, he drifted into a restless sleep. 
It was as though his terror tainted him, making the glassy parts of his heart dirty, and when he took the edge off, it was like a harsh wipe away at all the murk, revealing his jarring reflection in the pearly mirror.
He was such a jerk
He whimpers, running anxious fingers through his hair. He has no viable excuse, no good reason why he treated you so poorly—for someone so obsessed with time, he should know that you can't get your life back—can't turn the hands of the clock 
Push rewind
Hit replay
For what value would life be if you could just start it all over again? The impossibility made all the precious moments sweeter, but like every good thing, it made memories like these all the more foul.
You didn't deserve that
He didn't deserve you
and as you slink down the stairs, eyes red-rimmed and puffy. He can't stop that booming voice biting at the back of his brain.
How long will it take you before you realize that too?
You flick your gaze to him, burning with loathing cloaked behind layers of indifference. It floors him—those subtle signs of hatred that swim in the back of your eyelids, hidden in small twitches of your features, your almost tangibly cut off, throwing up your walls, shutting him out in more ways than one.
He had always worried about the gardens he was growing; flowers that sprung around him rapidly, fighting to figure out which one to water first, and all while your petals wilted and your roots curled up-
You waited
You watched as he bled himself dry. He shutters, everything bursting before his eyes—the love you once had for him flickering like the last flashes of a dying star. You're a million miles away, dancing on the craters of the moon, fluttering around the twinkling rings of Saturn. He folds himself deeper into the couch, almost hoping it will swallow him whole—pull him into the burning inferno beneath—even hell would be cooler than the fire that was your gaze.  Han Jisung never thought he'd see the day when the galaxy would collapse, but staring at you, flaring your final goodbyes, he realizes that doomsday was closer than he thought. 
"Baby," he whispers, his voice heavy with guilt, how easy it is to start a fire when you don't care about putting it out, but now that the wisps of flame consume you, he wishes he had never given you the kindling. 
You don't look at him as you walk around the kitchen, pouring a bowl of cereal. He stands up hesitantly, anguish feeling like an iron rod through his chest. He creeps into the kitchen, stepping lightly into the room like it's laced with landmines. 
"Please." His voice cracks—splits right down the middle, a perfect reflection of the cleave that was his soul. "I'm so sorry."
You place the cereal back in the cabinet and open the fridge to retrieve the milk.
The silence is deafening.
The all too familiar-
tick
tick
tick
of time trickling away rings in his ears
How much more of it does he have left?
How much more of this silence can he take?
You ignore him, strolling right past his trembling frame, racked with regret. It pulsates off his in palpable waves. You're so nonchalant so careless. He almost wants you to turn around and smack him, throw that stupid bowl of cereal in his face. Instead, you jog up the stairs, slamming the door behind you.
Is that the only door you shut?
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Han had always thought of the apocalypse as an idea only found in novels, tucked away behind the pages of a book, hidden in the comfortable corner of science fiction, because that's all it was, right— fiction? But as your dead eyes scrape his figure up and down, he realizes that Doomsday wasn't really fiction at all. Just like the world wasn't always a place, sometimes the world was a person, and right now his world was ravaged by a deadly disease, an illness that only infected the soul, an illness only transferred through the careless bitter words found in the English language. Fire was nature's greatest purifier, and sure, the walls of the home he lived in weren't warped with flames of your fury, but the home he had made in your heart was 
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It's been 3 days
3 days since he's felt the touch of another human. 
3 days since he made the biggest mistake of his lifetime.
3 days since he dropped a devasting bomb on your relationship, and the shrapnel was finally hitting him; curled pieces of cold metal lodged somewhere in between the folds of his soul. 
3 brutal bone-crushing days of pure ear-splitting silence—It was almost scientifically impossible, just how quiet you were. It was an art really, every brush of anguish accurately painted on—every ignored apology, every piercing glare, every single star that flickered out in your eyes. You were strategic, meticulous, you were plain vicious-
and you had every right to be.
You were fully justified in your actions, and yet he felt like he was still teetering over the edge of madness. The thought of losing you like a noose snaking around his neck, choking him in an unadulterated form of terror 
He has been stricken by anxiety his whole life, but the thought of a world without you filled him with an inexplicable amount of fear—the kind that burrows in your bones, decaying in your soul—the kind of terror that your still stuck digging from your skin for centuries to come—the kind of fear that makes you simply
panic.
His hands shake as he pushes the door open, feeling like he's walking into an open war. The pages of a dystopia form walls around him, caging him inside a bombarding capsule of storming English. 
The harsh contrast of the hurricane in his mind and the indifference in your eyes sends him reeling. You were lying on the couch, mindlessly flipping through the channels, not sparing him a glance.
You were so beautiful so breathtaking, but for once, he wasn't admiring your beauty.
He was
falling
apart. 
Oh, fuck, he was freaking out. 
He had finally caved under the pressure of always having to perform a false, flimsy smile, wobbling on his lips, pretending to be okay as he watched the life drain out of your eyes; the passion seeping from his songs.
He loved making music, but what is art without chaos?
What is beauty without love?
What is the world without you?
He always had to be perfect; he always had to be put together. He was always running on all cylinders, always hanging on by a fraying straining thread, and finally, it snapped. 
The earth is
t i l t i n g,
flipping around,
turning upside down, and
i n s i d e o u t.
Guilt rips through his chest, yanking out harsh bouts of oxygen from his constricting lungs. 
He can't breathe
He can't breathe
He can't breathe
He can't fucking
b
r
e
a
t
h
e
He was going to die-
He was going to collapse into himself, busting into a flaring supernova. 
He was going to be his own demise-
Forming his own doomsday-
He has never thought of himself as an author, but before he could stop his mouth from moving, he was already caged between the sentences of his own personal apocalypse, living a waking nightmare.
He created a story with his stupidity, and now he has to pay the price. 
He was the end of your relationship-
what has he done?
He can't b r e a t h e
"Y-Y/n I can't," he choked on his words, watching the walls wash away like watercolor dripping down the page. 
He can't lose you
He can't lose you
He can't lose you
He's going to die
He stumbles into the living room, tripping over his feet, his breath staggering in his throat. He catches himself on the arm of the couch, digging his nails into the soft leather, gripping it like it was his tether, keeping him from floating into space—burning up in the atmosphere, his body bouncing around the icy rocks. 
"Fuck," he gasps, squeezing his eyes shut and clawing at his chest, almost as if he scratches his skin hard enough, he can finally pull out the hourglass that keeps ticking his time away. His heart pounded wildly, almost begging to be free from the confines of his ribcage. The fact that it was still beating was beyond him. 
His heart only beats for you.
His heart will only ever beat for you.
How was he alive when you were drifting away? moon dust dancing in your lungs, would you become a ruler of the skies, while he was still stood still? 
"Han," your voice sounds like cotton candy kisses and honey dribbles. He never thought he would ever be so happy to hear somebody so alarmed, but right now that was the only thing keeping him from shattering. 
You jump up from the couch, your face pulled in concern. 
He doesn't deserve it
Doesn't deserve it
Doesn't deserve it
He's drowning in a pool of his self-inflicted sorrows. He's sinking, and the only thing that could save him was you. 
How do you save a man who won't take your hand?
"N-No, im okay," he barley pushes the words out, weaving between the thick lump that's forming in his throat. 
It was a lie
Everything was a lie
That's all he was
a liar
"Han," your voice is warm and inviting, sucking him in, wrapping around him like a blanket in the cold, a bowl of soup to a sick stomach. You healed him even when he was the one who created the wound. You pull him in, taking his trembling frame into your arms. Gentle fingers thread through his hair as soft lullabied wispers float through the air.
He feels so safe
So secure-
So loved-
He never thought he would feel the tenderness of your touch again, so when your comforting arms squeeze him right off the edge of destruction, 
He
c o l l a p s e s
crumbling into a million sobbing, sniveling pieces before you, he sinks to the ground, dragging you along with him. 
He always brought you down-
Always took you with him-
He was a disease-
An infection-
He was your armageddon
He sags against your body, limply moving like a rag doll. You let him curl into your chest, holding him like pieces of pierced punctuation. 
You guys were a shattered semicolon inverted and upside down. 
There was so much he wanted to say—so many apologies, so many explanations, so many different synonyms for sorry—but you didn't need them; you never needed them; you needed him, and there was nothing he could ever say that would change that. 
You hum, rubbing soothing circles on his back. You were always the perfect metaphor, a marveling form of pristine poetry. Your touch was like fleeting promises on the skin, the delicate tickle of a blooming flower, the comfortable heat of a burning star. You weren't just his world; you were his universe.
He pulls you closer to him, clinging like a desperate dying animal, nuzzling his face in your neck. 
"I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so fucking sorry!" He blubbers the sentences onto your skin, as though the deeper he burrows into your body, the faster they can travel to your heart. 
"Han," you lull, a small smile grazing your face, physically having to claw him off of you. He does begrudgingly, a minuscule whimper tumbling out of his throat from the lack of contact; he doesn't meet your eyes. He can't—not when the clock still ticks your time away, not when he's still not fully sure that you're willing to turn the hands back. 
He's devastated, his eyes red and puffy with tears that cascade down his cheeks, shining in the overhead light. 
"Please don't leave me." He sniffles, rubbing his nose against the fabric of his shirt, bottom lip trembling. "I don't want our time to run out. All my time is running out. Everything is running out. I can't, I-" he stutters, tripping over letters that latch onto his teeth like cactuses digging into his lips. 
You furrow your brows, tilting your head in sympathetic confusion. "What do you mean, baby?"
He screws his eyes shut, his hands shaking almost aggressively on his thighs. Why did he say anything? How does he explain something like that? He tries to form the words on his tongue, but they stick to the roof of his mouth like glue. Speaking it into the universe makes it so much more real, so much more raw, because now it isn't a metaphor, a fictional little whisper that fucks with his mind. 
The earth quivers in its orbit as he opens his mouth-
Was he really going to admit this?
Was he even ready to admit this?
"It feels like my life is running out," he stammers, the words tasting so sour on his tongue. "My life is so stressful; everybody always needs something from me, and sometimes it feels like I'm dishing out so many slivers of my soul that I don't even have any of it left." He lets out a shaky breath, attempting to get his heart rate somewhere that resembles normal. 
"I'm always up, always working, always doing something, and it's scary to think while I'm wasting my life working so hard doing something I don't really love." He aggressively wipes the tear that drops down his cheek with the palm of his hand. "It's so scary wondering if I'm ever making the right decisions." 
He feels so small under your gaze.
"A-And the other day was so hard," he cries, fresh waves of tears blurring his vision as he reminisces on the events. 
"Everybody was yelling at me, always needing something demanding so fucking much; they were playing puppet, forcing my hands in a way they didn't want to move; everybody was so just so needy-"
"And so was I," you whisper, filled with guilt. It breaks him. Your so understanding, so loving, so forgiving, so perfect. 
How did he even get you?
His heart wrenches as he dives into your arms-
"No, no, no, no," he shouts, shaking his head against your shirt. "No, love, you didn't do anything wrong; it was me. Me and my shitty mood—it was all my fault. I blew up at you. You were trying to be the amazing, loving girlfriend you are, and what I said was solely because of my fear. The exhaustion and anger didn't exactly help either"
"But there are no more buts," he pulls away, catching your eyes burning with sincerity. "There is no excuse for the way I treated you; there is no justification, just explanation."
You smile, tilting your head in adoration. You would be lying if you didn't say you were relieved, because you were.  You thought he believed the words he said—what feels like forever ago—that you were the annoying, needy girlfriend that only ever bugged him, but he didn't believe what he said. No, he was just a ticking time bomb waiting to blow—a ball of stressed and nervous energy channeled into the wrong source. 
"It's okay, Hannie, really, we're okay"
He was a supernova—a burning, bursting flame of bright, beautiful colors 
Han had once thought that the stars in your eyes had flickered away, but now he knows even the most enchanting things have to die before they can transform. 
He loves you.
He has loved you for 2 years and 363 days.
He will love you until the world goes up in flames. 
He will love you until the planet bleeds with the wounds of armageddon. 
"Does this mean we can still celebrate our 3-year anniversary?" He asks sheepishly, looking up at you through fluttering eyelashes. You perk up, visibly brightening. 
"You remembered!"
"I never forgot." he smiles, eyes shimmering with hope.
"I've been counting down the days," you grin.
"So have I," but he hasn't been counting down the days until you celebrate 3 beautiful years on this planet together. No, he's been counting down the days until his body slips into the grave, but as he presses his ear to your heart, it feels like the steady beats were a swelling symphony orchestrated just for him. He sighs contently, nuzzling deeper into your chest. The terrifying tick of the clock faded away, drowned out by the song of your soul whispering sweet promises into his ear. Sure, the fear still tickled the back of his brain, but instead of worrying that time was trickling away, he pulls you closer because with you, there was never a wasted moment. 
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seoulzie · 6 months ago
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Hiii! I recently saw your hyuka fic and oopp... my heart thumped a little bit harder. 😖 And i saw that your requests are open??? Iwanna drop by to say my request, if possible, just a steamy make-out sesh with taehyun after class in the library 😵😖😋
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WHEREIN: you share a heated session with taehyun
彡 pairing: taehyun x gn!reader 彡 genre: suggestive 彡 warnings: make-out sesh, detailed kissing, minor language
SEUL SPEAKS! im so glad u enjoyed blurred boundaries (≧∇≦)ノ ur requests didn't have anything specific so i took it to my imagination, anyhow, hope this is what u were looking for! (not proof read)
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the library had always been your secret refuge, a place where the noise of the outside world faded away. the hours after class were yours alone, tucked away among the towering shelves. today, the soft afternoon light filtered through the high windows, casting a golden hue on the rows of books.
as the last bell echoed through the quiet halls, taehyun caught your hand, pulling you into your favorite hidden alcove. the air was thick with anticipation. his eyes, dark with longing, met yours as he pressed you gently against the cool wooden shelves.
"missed you," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. before you could respond, his lips claimed yours in a fierce, hungry kiss. it was a kiss that spoke of weeks of suppressed desire, of stolen glances, and unspoken words. his tongue slid against yours, exploring, teasing, and tasting every corner of your mouth. he pulled you closer, his hands roaming your back, fingers tracing intricate patterns as if committing the shape to memory.
your hands found their way into taehyun's hair, tugging gently, eliciting a low groan from him that vibrated against your lips. you deepened the kiss, your tongues dancing in a rhythm that felt both familiar and thrillingly new. taehyun's kisses became more urgent, more insistent, his lips capturing yours again and again, each kiss more demanding than the last.
your breaths mingled, hot and heavy, as taehyun took his time savoring the taste of yours. he nipped at your lower lip, drawing a soft gasp from them before soothing the sting with his tongue. his kisses were a mixture of tender and possessive, making your heart race and your knees weak.
reluctantly, taehyun's lips began to trail away from your mouth, moving to your jawline, then down to the sensitive spot on your neck. his kisses grew more insistent, leaving a trail of heat in your wake. his teeth grazed your skin, eliciting a soft moan that you quickly silenced, aware of your surroundings.
taehyun's hands were everywhere, tracing the curves of your body with a reverence that made your heart race. he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes smoldering with unspoken promises. "you drive me crazy," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, trailing downward. he kissed along your collarbone, each press of his lips igniting sparks on your skin. his hands slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, fingers skimming the warm skin there. each touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire that threatened to consume you both. his lips traveled further down, exploring the delicate skin, leaving a path of burning desire in your wake.
taehyun's touch grew bolder, his hands sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing against your ribs, drawing them impossibly closer. his kisses were intoxicating, each one more fervent, more demanding. he nipped at your collarbone, his tongue soothing the marks he left behind, drawing soft whimpers from your lips.
just as taehyun's kisses began to venture lower, the sharp ring of the bell shattered your heated moment. you both froze, breathless and flushed, the spell broken. taehyun rested his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged. "saved by the bell," he muttered with a wry smile.
reluctantly, you straightened your clothes and smoothed your hair, exchanging one last lingering kiss. "until next time," taehyun promised, his voice a low murmur that sent a thrill through you.
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barbiiecams · 6 months ago
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„need to know“ was so good omggg!! i literally wanted JD to find out and playfully slap his head „don’t even think about hurting her“💀🫣🤭
good over here
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drew starkey x reader, proof im not dead! pt 2 to this.
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you and drew have been together (sneaking around) for 2 weeks now. nobody has suspected a thing, and you were blessed to keep it that way.
not only this, but you also befriended odessa. you had your doubts about her, but she was actually chill and didn’t see drew like that at all. thank heavens.
not even she knew about what you two had going on, so currently, this was top secret.
right now you were at his apartment, cuddled up on top of him in the living room and watching princess and the frog on his tv.
“when do you think we should tell everyone?” you randomly said.
drew looked like he was in serious thought for a second. “maybe when your brothers dead? not sure.”
you laughed and hit his chest jokingly, him joining in too. it was still a new relationship, and there wasn’t a single soul to know yet. but you lowkey really wanted to show him off and vice versa.
his hand was massaging your head as the other rested on your back, and it was most definitely making you doze off every few minutes.
but you loved it so much. he was really your peace, and you were glad you didn’t give up on trying to convince him to give you a chance a couple of weeks ago.
you were dozing off a lot, really tired from previous activities. but you ended up staying awake after hearing a knock at the door.
drew’s eyebrows furrowed, signaling that he was just confused as you were.
“were you expecting someone today?” you asked him. but before he could answer, the person on the other side starting knocking again.
“open up! it’s me and austin!” the voice yelled. and you knew exactly who that voice belonged to.
JD. your brother.
you couldn’t help the gasp that came out of you, then came drew quickly putting his hand over your mouth.
‘go upstairs,’ he mouthed, and all you could do was comply.
hurrying up the stairs, drew took off the the door. “damn, i’m coming!” he says while taking his time over to the door, just to ensure you were upstairs before he opened it.
you silently listen to their conversation from his bedroom. “what happened to asking if you can come over?” drew says. you can hear austin’s and JD’s footsteps walk into the apartment.
“pfft, like you care. what, you got a girl over or something?” austin teases, and JD snickers.
“what if i did?” drew responds. your eyes immediately roll at the fact he would say that knowing how damn nosy your brother can be.
“oh shit, MYSTERY GIRL, COME OUT HERE!” JD yells out into the house. you hear a slap then your brother saying “ow!” right after.
“nobody’s here, dimwit.” drew shuts him up. you then hear the three of them pull chairs out and sit, and you let out a quiet sigh knowing you were gonna be hiding for a long time.
because of this, you tuned out their conversations. you just used your phone, played with random stuff in his room, and also made mental notes to steal a few of his shirts once you could finally leave.
seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into an hour, and you were still sitting up in his room bored out of your mind. your weekly princess and the frog rewatch shouldn’t have been waiting this long.
you started watching TV in drew’s room, making sure the volume was low enough so that they couldn’t hear it, but also loud enough that you would still be able to.
but it must have been just a bit too loud, because you didn’t even realize that JD was now upstairs using the bathroom.
and you didn’t realize until it was too late.
you heard the toilet flush and the water finish running, but you didn’t even get the chance to process that before you heard your brother’s voice basically teleporting to drew’s room.
“he must still have my damn-” JD cuts himself off when he opens the door and sees you crisscrossed on the bed, frozen at the sight of him.
“y/n? the hell are you doing here? in drew’s room at that?” his face is plastered with confusion.
“umm…” was all you could get out.
“bro drew! why is y/n in your bedroom?” JD calls out to him, and austin immediately starts laughing.
“shut the fuck up.” drew says to austin before hurrying up the stairs. you literally didn’t know what to do. there was no excuse, no reason, no lie you could come up with as in to why you were in his house. let alone his room.
when drew made it upstairs to the entrance of his bedroom, seeing you in the same crisscrossed position you’ve been in, he started laughing.
“the fuck is so funny?” JD starts to raise his voice, and now austin was up the stairs himself wanting to see the scene with his own eyes.
drew walks over to the bed and sits down with you. “i guess we gotta tell him.”
this makes you giggle, “okay.”
“tell me what? don’t play with me. y/n i told you-”
“oh my goshhhh you don’t own me! i can date whoever i wanna date.”
“DATE?” your brother yells and austin’s jaw drops.
your eyes widen but the quickly relax as you put a hand out. “okay first off chill.”
JD was about to respond, but you were quick to start talking again. “years ago when i was 18, i could understand why it would’ve been a little wrong for me to see him. i’m 21, JD. if i wanna date a 30 year old i can.”
you can see drew’s face cringe from the corner of your eye, “well don’t say it like that.” you give him a quick look about his comment and austin busts out laughing once again.
JD glares at his other friend standing beside him then back to you. “i still don’t see how this is funny.”
you get up and walk over towards him. “i know you still see me as an annoying little sister who you need to protect at all times, but im really in good hands! drew is a great guy, wouldn’t you want me to be with someone like him?”
JD doesn’t respond. he just stays silent for a moment before speaking up. “that age gap don’t bother you?”
you shrug then sit back down. “i needed an actual man anyways.”
drew and austin both start chuckling once again when you say that, but your brother doesn’t find that funny and instead his face just shows disgust.
“whatever. that doesn’t explain why you’re in his room? hiding?” he says.
“it most definitely does. because look it how you reacted.” your eyes roll again.
the cat got your brothers tongue once again. but this time, he lets out a final sigh. a sigh that sounds like acceptance.
“does anyone else know?” he asks
you shake your head. “just you guys now.”
your brother nods, getting over his hinge of anger and not staying mad any longer.
“okay well, you can join us downstairs… i guess.” he speaks up after a few seconds of silence.
getting up from your spot and walking over to hug him, you chuckle at his small hesitation to really accept it even tho he has no other choice. you then make your way downstairs, austin and drew following behind you. before drew could leave tho, JD drops him.
“drew, im telling you man. if i ever have to hear her upset or crying over you-”
“don’t worry,” drew lets out a nervous laugh with his hands up in surrender. “she’s good over here.”
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smuttysweets · 6 months ago
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Hey so this is my first time requesting and i’m kinda scared but do you think you could do basically anything neito monoma x reader? im so in love with this man and i can hardly find any fics of him! it can be anything you want, angst, fluff, smut, idc. you don’t have to do this request if it makes you uncomfortable but i just wanted to ask!
( hello! im so so sorry for this kate submission. i’ve been making a lot of side blogs and not actually posting on any of them. <\3 I’m glad you sent an order/request to me as your first time. Don’t worry pookie I got you!! )
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⊹ ࣪ ˖ My Side Character ࣪ ˖ ⊹
🍡☕️ ꒱ Neito Monoma x Fem! Reader ! ꒱ ( ☕️ with some🥛)
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⟢ Neito Monoma. A former classmate, sidekick, and roommate of yours. You’ve known him ever since your guys first year at UA. You sat next to him in class. His hysteric personality somehow caught your eye. You’ve had a secret crush on him for years. As you both grew together and went through hell together the relationship that grew between you is something you both could never have with anyone else.
⟢ After a long night of patrolling you both make your way to your shared luxury apartment. “Amazing work during patrol today Monoma. You deserve most of the credit for that fight!” You chuckle out. He dramatically moves his hair, that has grown out a bit throughout the years, out of his face. “Hah. I know~ You wouldn’t be amazing without me!” you giggle “Of course.” You both make it to the room and go your separate ways to freshen up.
⟢ After a nice long shower you choose to wear a shirt that has a logo of your hero name printed on it with a chibi version of your face. You just choose a white skirt to wear for your bottoms. You walk through the hallway looking for your roommate. “Neitoo!” You say loud enough for him to hear you. Wherever he is. You walk into the kitchen and living room area and you see him. He looks lost in thought. “Hey are you okay?” He turns slowly. A forced smile slowly creeps up on his face. “I’m fine. Just thinking about today’s patrol.” His voice is low. Did something happen?
⟢ “Monoma,” you walk next to him and you softly grab his hand. “if there’s something wrong I’m here to listen.” The ‘smile’ on his face disappears. And he looks down. “I was just thinking about how..” he pauses. “About how I feel like I’m always on the side.. What you said earlier about me getting more credits. I greed for appreciation and some form of approval from the public. For years I have been told how my quirk isn’t the best. And how I could never become a hero with my quirk. I feel like a side character in my own life.”
⟢ Tears form at the corner of his eyes. You frown and give him a big hug. “Neito, I think so highly of you. And I have for years. You have been by my side for so long. You are such a big inspiration to me. And I appreciate you so so much.” you start to blush. “I- I’ve liked you ever since our first year graduation. I know this confession is out of no where.. but I!—“ Monoma cuts you off with a deep kiss. Your eyes widen. When his lips leave yours he looks at you with ‘fuck me’ eyes. “You idiot. I’ve liked you ever since I saw you sit next to me on our first day. You should’ve confessed earlier!”
⟢ You blush and hit him playfully. “Hey! A lot was happening during the time I liked you. And I was confused with my feelings!—“ He kisses you again. “Is that your way to tell me to stop talking?!” “Your words! Not mine~” He starts kissing you all over as you both start giggling in each others kisses. “I want you so bad. Pretty please?~” You know this is his way of teasing you. “Mmmh! Don’t use that voice on me it’s embarrassing..” You cover your face as it turns bright red. He chuckles and pics you up bridal style. “Let go to my bedroom~”
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- time goes by ! monoma is between your legs as you’re on your back on his bed.
⟢ Monoma’s tongue goes deeper and deeper into your cunt as your legs shake uncontrollably. “M-Monoma! It’s too muchh! I c-can’t anymore.. I want you!~” He laughs in your cunt in response. His tongue slips out. “What was that~? You want my cock? Naughty girl..” His dirty talk sends shivers down your spine. He sits up from your cunt and he grab’s his cock. “You want this?” he swings it, temptingly. “Mhm! Please! I want it so badd!~” You feel his cock slap on your sensitive clit, making you shiver and moan.
⟢ He places his cock to your entrance. “I’ll go slow, okay?” His tip slowly slips in with a wet sound that was music to your ears. The feeling of finally feeling him after wanting him for so long felt like heaven. “Ah!~ S-so good! Deeper.. Deeper!” he immediately listens to your commands, slowly entering himself more and more, making you squirm. When he finally makes it to the base groans and moans exit both of your mouths. He was so deep inside. “I-I’m.. fuck.. I’m gonna start moving okay?” He slowly exits all the way to the tip and slowly pushes himself back inside making you moan in pleasure.
⟢ The friction, the deep penetration, you basically felt like you were sinking into the mattress. You face falls back as you grip the sheets. “You feel so good baby~ Is.. Is it okay if I call you baby?” You blush more than you already are. “Pl-please! Call me baby! Call me yours! I wanna— be yours!” Your mind is all foggy. The feeling of your orgasm continues to build up.
⟢ “N-Neito.. I’m gonna c—cum! Please.. Cum with me!!” You plead as tears of pleasure start to roll down your cheeks. “Okay.. I’m.. I’m cumming! AH~~!” “D-dammit!!” You both cum at the same. You both kiss each other and moan into each other’s mouths. You guys makeout for a good minute. You both depart your lips with heavy breathing. Going back in fourth for breaths and kisses.
⟢ Monoma stops. “Fuck.. I feel like I’m gonna pass out..” he flops down beside you. You let out a chuckle and pat his head. “And.. thank you. Y/N.” you blush again. You kiss his forehead and cuddle up to him. “I love you!” “I love you more..” you can tell he’s already fallen asleep due to his soft snoring. “Goodnight, Neito..” you fall asleep quickly, the last thing you see being him.
( sorry if this doesn’t seem like something he’d do i don’t analyze his character that much like i do with my favs :( <\3 )
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coriolantha · 9 months ago
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mike schmidt x GN! reader
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summary: mike comforts you after you've had a long day₊˚⊹:˚。⋆୨୧˚
tags: fluff, mike being a sweetheart (as always), anxiety, reader has bad self image, insecurities, reader is overwhelmed and needs a break (so real), hugging, cuddling, comfort
wc: 1.1k
notes: hii this is my first fic i've posted on here. ngl i'm... scared. im not proud of this but i can't scrap it this time otherwise i'm never gonna get anything posted LMAO. please leave any criticism in the comments if you'd like, feel free to share any opinions, i want to improve the quality of my writing! thank you sm for reading! 🫶
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today has been punishing.
rain trickled down the foggy window, making soft tapping sounds as they hit and fell, reluctantly racing down to gather in the weep holes. the rough, scratchy carpet beneath you beginning to burn as you shuffled around your desolate home.
exhausted, you gave up trying to distract yourself from your main task; your bedroom.
your eyes darted around your cluttered room, glossing over as you noticed every individual piece of clothing that wasn't hung up, organized, and neatly put away. you began to have a headache thinking about where to even begin. you felt like a filthy slob, your surroundings perfectly reflecting how you've felt all day.
you flicked the lights off, the warmly lit room now becoming pitch black, except for the small gleam of light that came through the open door. you sat on your bed, absentmindedly kicking your various pants and t-shirts away from you to give yourself some room to lay down.
mike wouldn't be back home for a while now. it was only 12:45am, which gave you 5 hours and 25 minutes to attempt to sleep before having to get ready for your office job... which would leave little to no time to spend with mike.
fuck mondays.
turning over to your side, you hugged your knees, shivering. no amount of blankets could fix how cold you felt. the truth was, you missed your boyfriend; longing for his cozy hugs and soft, gentle kisses he'd press against your cheek as he consoled you.
you missed him more than anything in the world.
with a blink, the tears that have been collecting in your eyes came down your flushed face at once. laying there, you accepted your pitiful reality, slowly drifting off into unwanted slumber, in solitude.
the time was around 2am when you felt a dip into the bed. panicking, you quickly awoke, shuffling to sit up as fast as possible. although you didn't know of the time, something felt off. mike wasn't supposed to be home yet, that's for sure.
panic turned into confusion as you heard mike, obviously feeling guilty for having jumpscaring you so badly.
"oh, shit- baby, it's me," he whispered apologetically, reaching his hand out to cup your cheek. turning on the dim lamp, he quickly turned back to face you. his eyes bore into yours, scanning to make sure you were going to be alright.
all day he was desperate to see your face, even after his shorter-than-usual-shift. mike couldn't get enough of your perfection, although you always brushed him off whenever he ever mentioned this to you.
he noticed your terrified expression which started to wear off, beginning to blend into relief.
"it's just me... you don't need to worry about anything, okay? i'm right here, no one's gonna hurt you," he muttered, leaning over to press a chaste kiss on your lips, lingering longer than usual.
weight lifted off your shoulders as you began to put pieces together. now, all you needed was an answer to your burning question.
"mike, why did you come home so early? did something happen?" you asked anxiously, looking right back at your boyfriends affectionate, adoring eyes.
"oh, sweetheart..." he soothed, "i got let out early today. nothing worth worrying about. i guess they didn't need me as much as i thought they did," he let out a quick, dry laugh, shaking his head dismissively.
"fuck, i've missed you all day, i'm so damn glad i could leave that job early. anything to see you, my love," he cooed, brushing a strand of hair out of your face, delicately tucking it behind your ear
you were in awe; it was a miracle he came home early, especially today. you were fighting to hold your tears back, mouth quivering as you bit your bottom lip. mike noticed your change in emotion immediately.
"hey hey hey," he whispered urgently, quickly grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze, "what's wrong?" his voice drowned in concern.
"i did nothing all day. the only thing i've done is just stand around and... thought of doing something, but i couldn't. i was so tired, but of what? like, why didn't i clean our room? and the worst part is, you have to come home, tired as hell, ready to go to sleep, only to see your messy room and your partner who still hasn't done anything about it," you quavered, sniffling softly as warm tears fell from your eyes.
mike said nothing, but you could sense how hurt he felt after you talked so badly about yourself. he sighed, laying down on the plush mattress. he patted his chest, inviting you to rest your head there. you did so immediately, closing your eyes as you listened closely to his heart beat.
"you know i love you, right?" he asked gently. you stayed quiet, knowing he wasn't expecting an answer.
"i love everything about about you. but the only thing i don't love is how badly you talk of yourself. i hate it. it doesn't make any sense to me," he stressed, stroking your hair soothingly.
"so what if our room is messy? i don't think about that when i come home. all i think about is how i can finally be with you. i'm not going to let some clothes on the floor get in the way of us, ever. or anything, in fact."
you nodded in agreement silently, your tears dry on your cheeks.
"we can tackle this room together. we can do this however you want- i can pick up your clothes while you organize them into whichever area they go to, and i'll pick up my clothes too, but you won't have to organize that, i'll take care of it. how does that sound?" he asked delicately.
you instantly felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders.
"thank you so much, mike. you don't know how much i needed you today," you exhaled, "really."
he looked down lovingly at you, curled up beside him. he kissed your head tenderly, rubbing up and down your back.
goosebumps spread across your arms. you felt so loved and safe.
"the real question is," you suddenly asked, "how are you so perfect? were you made in a factory or something?"
"says you," he laughed, holding you tighter.
the two of you basked in the love you had for one another for a while. no words were exchanged, only him occasionally rubbing his thumb against your arm, while you began to doze off, which caught his attention.
"want me to turn the light off?"
you nodded, wrapping your arm around his stomach.
he turned over once more, pulling the cord of the lamp light, the room now pitch black.
"i love you," he whispered, turning to his side a little more so he could be pressed closer against you.
"i love you too, mike. always," you mumbled back, the two of you drifting off to sleep.
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luvyeni · 2 years ago
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Can I request morning sex with chenle like you waking up cause he’s grinding on you in his sleep and it just leads to sex 🙏🏼 the lack of chenle smut on this app has me in shambles
Also I literally adore your writing <33
MORNING SEX; ZHONG CHENLE
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pairings. boyfriend!chenle x fem!reader
wc. 524
warnings. consented somno, unprotected sex
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chenle was the very first smut i posted on here, i'm glad he made a comeback, it is rare to see a chenle smut, i hope you like it 💓!
morning sex with chenle before you guys start the day.
your eye's fluttered opened, confused as you felt your boyfriend grinding his morning woods against your ass. "chenle?" you called out to him, but he did answer. "babe, what are you do-oh?" you turned over, facing him, your annoyed frown slowly turning into a smirk as you come to the realization that he's sleeping.
"b..babe please." he moaned in a whispered tone. "please." he was having a wet dream. "please im so hard, please do something." his hips bucked up into the air desperately.
you looked at the clock, you both had 20 minutes before you had to get up and start your routines—why not, you chenle talked about fucking each other awake before, why not try it today?
you shimmed out of your pajama shorts, straddling your boyfriends legs, gently pulling his pajamas down, careful not to wake him just yet. his hard cock slapped against his stomach, you held it in your hand pumping it a few times, before hovering over his tip, slowly mounting yourself on his cock.
"fuck." you breathed heavily as his cock stretched you out, you started moving your hips up and down, bending down to press little kisses along his jaw.
chenle began to stir in his sleep, slowly waking up. "h..huh." his eyes opened. "baby what are you doing?" his voice laced with sleep.
"you were having a really interesting dream." you moaned, not stopping your movements, his lazy smile told you he was fully awake now.
"you were doing exactly this." he groaned, his hands coming down to your ass, giving it a slap. "except you were going faster." you sped up your movements as fast as you could, it wasn't often you rode chenle.
"s..so full." your hands were pressed against his chest as you bounced on his cock. "baby i know you can go a little faster, be a good girl, we don't have long." he gave your ass another slap, telling you to go faster, you obeyed. "thats it, fuck princess, bounce on my cock." he reached up to grabbed your boobs through your shirt.
"c..chenle, shit." your legs were starting to get tired, chenle took notice, immediately taking over. "it's okay, i got you." he plated his feet on the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist, fucking up into at a fast pace.
"fuck! " the wind was knocked out of you as his pace was much faster than yours and his trust more brutal.
"c..chenle, im about to cum."
his thrust were becoming less coordinated, signaling he wasn't far from his orgasm he'd been chasing since before this even started. "s...shit, me too."
"im cumming, fuck!" you moaned against his ear, body pressed against his. he pulled your ass flush against him as he painted your wall white, his own orgasm hitting him. "fuck!"
you stayed on top of him, feeling his cock soften inside you as you both came down from your high, just as your alarm went off. "i don't even think i can go into work after that."
"then take off, so we can do that again all day long."
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twilghtkoo · 10 months ago
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pairings. jungkook x reader (f)
genre. comfort/fluff
warnings. reader is on her period, mentions of blood (period blood) stain, crying
notes. im on my period and have been moody and sad so here u go :D
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"baby?" his voice echoed from somewhere in your room, the sound of footsteps soon following as he appears in front of you with that bunny smile on his face.
you're sliding your shoes off and tiredly shrugging off your bag from your shoulders along with the one grocery bag in your hand, not caring at this time that it has landed on the floor.
you glance up at your favorite person with a small smile and reach for him. the sides of his lips tilt upwards knowingly, you've voiced out in the past that coming home and being engulfed in one of his hugs is the best feeling.
he doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around your neck as your tiny ones squeeze his small waist, your fingers gripping the fabric of his lose shirt.
one hand of his cradles the back of your head, inhaling the soft scent of coconut from your hair, the smell weighing him into your warmth and familiarity. his other hand traveling down to the lower area of your back, rubbing up and down.
"long day baby?" he softly asks.
just the reminder of the terrible day you've had, brought tears to your eyes. so you clung onto him tighter, if that was possible.
you nuzzle your head into his chest, sighing. "you don't even know."
he hums expectantly.
"i started my period yesterday and today on the bus as i was getting off, this girl who looked to be in high school- she was really nice- but she said i bled through. and with my luck, i indeed did bleed through. i wanted to cry kook. thankfully, i had a jacket so i tied that around me and before heading to campus i stopped by the nearest store and had to get pads because guess what kook? guess what? i ran out of pads in my purse!" you don't even realize you were crying until jungkook was petting the back of your head and shushing you.
you continued. "and the freaking pads were expensive, jesus inflation is crazy kook. and it was a small pack too! i also bought me sweats to change into. so yeah, that's how my day went. god, i hate myself." you sniffed.
he pulls away from you, your arms still circled around his waist. he looks down at you, frowning as he holds your face in his hands. wiping away tears that wetted your cheeks. "hey, don't hate yourself. i'm sorry you had a bad day baby. i'm glad that girl told you nicely about it. and you have my card still, did you use my card to buy those pads and your sweatpants?"
you shake your head, your face still in his hands.
he tsks at you, lightly squeezing your cheeks together. "you have my card, you should've used it baby. that's why i gave it to you."
you poke your bottom lip out. "no, you gave it to me because you didn't have pockets that one day." you argued, not sure why.
he pokes your side making you jolt in his grasp. "don't fight with me babe, you know that if you have my card, you're welcome to use it." he reasons, going back to cradling your head beneath his chin.
you sniffed again. "sorry, it just doesn't feel right to use it without you with me."
he whispers 'i know' into your ear, it falls silent between you two, but you don't care because it's comforting and it feels really good in jungkook's arms right now.
"can i kiss you?" your question comes out mumbled with your face against his chest.
you feel and hear him chuckle as he leans back. "what was that?"
you roll your eyes, almost regretting you asked. "you heard me, stop."
he laughs again, shaking his head. the beauty mark beneath his bottom lip enticing you and it doesn't go unnoticed by him. "i don't think i did."
you huff, "i said can i kiss you." you could feel your cheeks heat up from his passionate stare.
not wanting to tease you anymore, he nods. staring down at your lips, the soft reddish pink tint warms something in chest knowing it'll stain his lips as well, but it excites him.
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conniesanchor · 1 year ago
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connie + shy!reader like she had a hard day at work or something and all she wants is a hug but is too afraid to ask
YES I LOVE THIS
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you were glad that you and conrad had only planned a movie night and not a big date tonight. you probably would have canceled if you had. today had kicked you in the ass. three people yelled at you at work, your manager being one of them. you just needed conrad.
the ten minute drive from your work to your boyfriends house felt like an hour. the five second walk from the bottom of the driveway to the top, felt like twenty minutes. you had never been more relieved in your life when you finally reached the front door. shooting conrad a quick, 'let me in' text, regardless of the fact that he had told you multiple times you could come in on your own.
it was only a few seconds before the blonde had opened the door, "hi, baby," he smiled, moving out of the way in order to let you in. you smiled back, not saying anything as you made your way to his couch and set your bag down on it. he wasn't far behind you, sitting down on the couch and pulling you with him, "hi," he spoke once more.
"hi," you responded. you moved to dig through your bag, trying to get the pajamas that you swore you had packed. when you came to the conclusion that they were, in fact, not in there. "fuck," you mumbled, leaning back onto the couch with a sigh.
"what's the matter?" conrad asked, placing his hand on your knee.
you took a deep breath, afraid that you might start crying if you hadn't, "i forgot my stupid pajamas," you mumbled, running your fingers through your hair. you had said it like it was the end of the world, and conrad couldn't have been more confused as to why.
he looked at you, tilting his head, "it's alright. we can go upstairs, and you can have one of my tee shirts," he said, moving to stand up and offer you a hand to do the same. you nodded, taking his hand and following him up the stairs. conrad sat you down on his bed, opening his closet, "okay. want a sweater or a t-shirt?" the boy asked, turning around to face you.
you looked up at him, and he felt like he could cry when he realized how sad you looked. "just a t-shirt, please. can i have some sweat pants, too?" you requested, softly.
"anything for you." you got dressed into warm clothes when conrad finally decided to bring up the elephant in the room, "now, pretty. why do you look so sad?" he asked. you shook your head, not wanting to give him an answer. "that's okay. im great at guessing games," your boyfriend smiled, "hmm, are you tired?"
you shook your head.
"hungry?"
again.
"okay, okay. do you want a hug?" bingo. you nodded, looking up from your lap to make eye contact with him. he chuckled, immediately wrapping his arms around you. "y/n/n, baby. you never have to ask for a hug, you know that." he told you, the words muffled into your hair. "bad day at work?" he asked, earning a nod.
you pulled away after a few minutes, ready to talk, "im sorry, connie. it was just a really long day. i didn't mean to shut you out."
he looked at you like you had three heads, "it's okay. we all have bad days. let's go watch the movies," the boy suggested standing up and pulling you with him.
you watched five minutes of ten things i hate about you before you fell asleep.
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lizzieislife94x · 10 months ago
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My New Boss (e.o)
Requested <3 LizziexFem Reader GxG Legal age gap 🤭 y/n is 22 lizzie is 34
Did ya miss me 😏😏 sorry for not updating haha had a shitty few weeks I'm currently hungover so fricking bad so thought I'd give yall a one shot gonna try and update a few so send me requests  please I go on holiday in 10 daya so gonna try and update a few before then ✌🏻
Y/ns POV:
I look over to my roommate June who has a huge smirk on her face "what it's 7am why are you smirking at me" I say rolling my eyes as I grab my cup of coffee "someone's looking all cute and sexy for her boss" I don't even need to look at her I can hear her smirk "no, no" i start as I look down at my outfit a simple cute shirt with a shortish skirt and some simple black heels "this is just smart work clothes" I huff as she laughs "yeah yeah I've seen your boss and that is one hot milf" I frown "she doesn't have kids dickhead" she walks towards me placing her hands on my shoulders "maybe not but she's 34 and you're 22 she's 12 years older" I pull away and put my coffee cup in the dishwasher "I don't like her like that" I lie to myself and my roommate "I just admire her and somewhat look up to her she's always been nice to me that's it" I say as I make my way to the front door "now I gotta go or I'll be late" with that I quickly make my way to my car to start the short journey to work.
As I walk in and swipe my card I smile and greet the reception workers "morning ladies" I say with a smile as I make my way up towards my bosses office my heart beating a little faster as I stop and knock "come in" I hear her loud but sweet voice as I make my way inside "good morning miss olsen" I swear as she looks up her face lights up "well good morning y/n you look great today" she smiles as she places her pen down giving me her full attention "uh thank you, you too miss olsen" I blush playing with my fingers "that skirt is gonna have alot of eyes on you y/n" she speaks with a tone to her voice maybe jealousy no why would she be I clear my throat and straighten  my skirt "I uh I'm sorry I didn't think it would be inappropriate miss olsen ill stick to pants" I say feeling my cheeks burn as I look into her eyes she has her bottom lip captured in her teeth "I think you should stick to the skirts you look extremely sexy" I feel my heart racing at her words "why don't you go grab us both a coffee and then ill give you work for the day not sure what needs done at the moment" I nod and turn to rush to the kitchen to pour 2 cups of coffee making my way back as quickly as possible "here you go miss olsen" I say as I place her coffee on the table as she gives me her adorable bright smile "please take a seat y/n" I sit as she looks at me "so you've been here 2 months now how are you finding it" she asks as she takes a sip of her coffee what sounds like a moan leaving her lips "I've absolutely loved it everyone is so friendly and made me feel so welcome, I have a great boss and great co workers what more can a girl want in a job" I smile as I hold my coffee in both in hands "that's great I'm glad you're loving it im hoping you stick around you're the best assistant/worker I've had working by in a long time you get the work done properly" I can't help smile like a fool as she praises me "oh I am indeed loving it and the people are great a few of the girls around the office invited me to a night out on Friday so I'm glad to be included" she frowns slightly as she tilts her head "a night out huh with drinking and stuff" she asks taking me by surprise as I nod sipping my coffee "well maybe I'll join you ladies" I almost chock on my coffee as my eyes widen, no fuck I can't have her near me or see me when I'm drunk what if I make a move or day something stupid and loose my job fuck "hey y/n where did you go, that wouldn't be a problem would it?" I try to compose myself as I sit straight "oh uh no that won't be a problem you are more than welcome to join us  ill find out the details from the girls at lunch and ill let you know when and where" I smile kicking myself inside "great ill look forward to it" she smirks as she says it, fuck why does she look so good "can you take these files and copy them that should take you to lunch" she says as she pushes a pile of files I smile and get to work.
8 hours later:
I sigh slamming myself onto the couch as I get texts from 2 of the girls asking why I invited the boss I quickly inform them it was an accident as I throw my phone one the couch "damn was work that bad you look like shit" I hear June say as she plops down beside me I groan and look at her "lizzie was asking how I was finding the job and we where chatting and I told her I have a night out with the girls from work on Friday and now she's coming to I can't drink alcohol around her you know how I am, ill either think fuck it and make a move or I'll tell her something stupid" I rant as she laughs slightly "hey y/n calm down it will be OK here's what to do find a girl, drink and dance and have fun maybe get a kiss or two and you'll be fine if you have your attention on a cute girl you won't do anything stupid" I think for a second and sigh "yeah I guess you're right" i say standing up and I go to my room to get changed into shorts and a vest trying not to think about the night out in days.
AN: I genuinely hope this makes sense I feel it doesn't I wasn't planning on making it 2 parts but it was long before I even had a chance to put smut so the next part will be smut with a cheeky little night out with the boss 🤭 I hope yall are doing amazing! Remember drink water and stay hydrated babes 💗 😘 requestes are open as always, word count 1.2k
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themissinghand · 11 months ago
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hallo!! hope you're having a wonderful day and your works are just so good!!!
can i request for jinwoo with a photographer male reader that like works for events and stuff. plus, he always gets complimented by people, and even jinwoo, by how pretty he looks and asking if he ever gets photographed to which reader denied because he's actually camera shy
now, he's in an event at a park and jinwoo is there and sees reader taking photographs and jinwoo decides to be sneaky and tries to get a photo of reader but reader caughts him and just smiled at the camera before telling jinwoo to delete it.
jinwoo, in fact, did not.
im so sorry if this is too much or long JASJS
Solo Leveling: A Snapshot in Time
Summary: In which a picture is a thousand words, and Jinwoo wants to capture every moment with you.  
Or, just domestic fluff between two loving husbands, from the beginning to the end. 
Pairing: Husband! Sung Jinwoo x M! Photographer! Reader
Note: Thanks for your support! I’m glad that my stories are making you happy as I am writing them. One of my ways to de-stress honestly. Hope everyone is having a good day! 
Warnings: A bit of angst, because time waits for no one. 
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“Smile!” 
Click! 
“That’s it for today. Great work everyone.” 
Jinwoo watched his husband scramble everywhere with your team to take wedding photos with a big smile on his lips. 
No, Jinwoo is not jealous, after all, he has wedding photos of both of you. 
Instead, he was simply awe-struck by how pretty his husband looks, especially when he’s passionate about his job. 
“See you tomorrow at the office everyone!” You waved off your children (employees) and jogged towards Jinwoo who popped out from one of the shadows.
“Sorry, I didn’t think you would come so early to pick me up.” Jinwoo pulls you close and kisses your forehead, and you tippy-toe to return a kiss to his cheek.
“It’s okay, I got off work early. I love watching you work anyway.” 
The two of you caught up with each other about your days, and you especially liked to hear about Jinwoo’s work considering he was a detective. Jinwoo however, does his best to avoid all the…graphic details of his work. 
Even though Jinwoo knew you wouldn’t mind (you never did), he wanted only good things to happen to you. 
(Because you were always there for him - until he couldn’t protect you) 
“Jinwoo?” 
“Can we take a selfie?” Jinwoo pulls out his phone to change the topic, but his husband quickly turns the other way and covers his face. 
“Jinwoo! I don’t look good right now!” You shyly exclaim, but you couldn’t escape since Jinwoo held onto your shirt. 
“Don’t worry, you’re beautiful.” 
“Maybe next time Jinwoo.” Seeing your flustered expression, Jinwoo decided not to push further, instead he raised a pinky.
“Promise?” 
“Promise.” 
“Jinwoo…I love you.” 
The Monarchs had targeted you, leaving you in such a bloodied state. 
“No. No!” Hearing your faint heartbeat, Jinwoo quickly pulled out his Holy Water of Life.
But it was too late. 
“Why, why isn’t it working?!” But Jinwoo knew why - the Holy Water could not cure the dead.
“My Liege, His Highness has passed away.”
“Why…what happened.” Jinwoo crushed the empty bottle of Holy Water with his bare hands as he held you. 
“It was an ambush. Multiple Monarchs have targeted His Highness in an instant, and we could not protect His Highness.” 
All of his soldiers knelt down in shame.
“Please punish us My Liege. We fail you.”
Jinwoo held your body close as he shed tears, before his tear turn into fuel for his rage.
“Your punishment will be due later, we will hunt down the Monarchs.”
“Yes My Liege!” Jinwoo saw your peaceful expression, as if nothing had gone wrong. 
“If…we meet in our next life, I swear I will protect you.” 
Carrying your body into his shadow realm and resting you in a casket, all of his shadows knelt in respect. 
“Wait for me, (Y/N).” 
“Honey? Another nightmare?” Jinwoo felt a finger gently pressing on his forehead, and drawing on his arm. 
He slowly opens his eyes, his breathing shaking as he pulls you close. 
“Oh dear. Was it bad?” 
He nods, and hugs you tighter. You pat him on the back and whisper sweet words to him.
“I love you.” 
“Whatever you do, I’ll support you.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you.” 
Do you know? Of course not. 
All of it was in the past, and Jinwoo hopes it stays that way. 
Even if the world is peaceful, he knows how cruel people can be, that’s why, he’s learned his lesson and stationed many of his shadows around you. 
Never again. 
Click! 
“Okay, a few more before our break!” It was a fashion shoot, and you even dressed up a bit more to match the elegant theme. 
Dressed in a fancy blue suit, Jinwoo believed you too could stand on stage. Even the director of the shoot itself invited you, but you didn’t dare considering you were camera shy. 
But Jinwoo knew it would be such a shame if no one captured this moment. 
“(Y/N).” Jinwoo called out, quickly whipping out his phone. 
“What-” You were surprised, and before you shield yourself from the camera, Jinwoo winked. 
“Promise.” 
He could see you muttering “fine”, before a gentle smile graced your lips. 
Click!
“You have to delete it okay?” You whispered, and Jinwoo nodded.
But if fact, he did not. 
After all, he knew it wasn’t just him who took photos of you, so of course that wouldn’t do. He immediately had shadows mess with those photographers and steal some of the good ones for himself. 
The photo became his phone screen. 
And Jinwoo makes sure that he captures every moment, because unlike him, you were not immune to time.
“Jinwoo…thank you for loving me. I don’t know why, but from the moment I met you to now, I always feel like I’ve known you for a long long time.” 
Jinwoo sits by your hospital bed, holding your wrinkled hand. 
“Maybe because we met in our last life.” You chuckle, before coughing. 
“Even when we’re old now, you still look so handsome.” Jinwoo chuckle lightly before pressing a kiss to your hand. 
We promised we'll be together forever.
“No, you’re more beautiful.” A bright, youthful smile rose to your lips, making Jinwoo reminisce to the past as young adults. 
But alas, time is so cruel.
“Jinwoo, I pray that we meet in our next life.” 
Jinwoo decided to respect you and let you go. 
“I love you.” With a final breath, your hand remains limp in his, and tears rolled down his cheeks. 
“I love you too.” 
Jinwoo’s phone lights up with dozens of missed calls and messages, but he doesn’t mind, instead, he removes them all to reveal a timeless treasure, a photo of you smiling at the camera.
“Wait for me, (Y/N).”
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