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specialgumsock · 3 months ago

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//SDV Bachelor's and how they would react to you wanting to be FWB with them// NSFW(kinda…) MDNI !!!

Warnings: Mentions of nsfw, no descriptions. Maybe bad writing, idk I’m tired and I’m sorry if you hate it.

Characters: Alex, Sebastian, Sam, Shane and Harvey. (Sorry elliot lovers! we all know he is too romantic for that, otherwise I would’ve added him.)

Alex would love the idea of friends with benefits, but hate the reality of it. Moreover, the fact that you’re not… Well, his.

Usually, Alex would never even dream about going to the saloon on Fridays, but one day after finding out you would be hanging out with Sebastian and his friends there that night, he his jealously consumed him, therefore causing him to go in. Not trying to make it completely obvious that he was following you-

"Alex! It’s a surprise to see you here, can I get you anything?" Emily seemed surprised to see her sister's longtime best friend, who normally seemed appalled being around a bunch of drunks, enter the establishment. "I- er, no. Just… hanging out." He says hushed, but his focus stays following you. Emily lets out a laugh. "Well, if you do need anything I’ll be over here." She shrugged, and walked back to clean out whatever dishes were left. Alex turns and shifts his whole body towards the back, where you and Sebastian were hanging out. Along with Sam and Abigail, of course. Later in the night, he hangs outside the saloon right by Dusty’s cage, and you catch him on the way out. Ultimately, he tells you the FWB thing isn’t working out and asks you on an actual date.

Sam is not too thrilled to just be friends, but he sees this as one step closer in his plan.

Sam has ADHD, he is an over thinker and an over planner. Ever since he discovered his crush on you, he made out an entire plan to make you his- Which fell apart one night when you unexpectedly, and drunkenly pulled him into a kiss at a concert. Which is fine, he can go with the flow… but your flow apparently means just friends with benefits. It’s a sticky situation, no pun intended, but the blond has found himself in worse. So he’ll probably wait around like a lost dog for you, always wounding up at your doorstep in hopes you would want him for more than sex <\3

Sebastian is cool with it.

He probably understands where you’re coming from, and doesn’t want to leave roots in the valley since he’s planning to leave one day. Yet, he’s also a horny loner so FWB works great for him. You call? He’s at your door, already unbuckling his pants lmao. But he will probably grow attached anyway, calling just to hear your voice. But if you decide to break things off completely, he won’t fight you. He’ll just deal with the pain of it in silence.

Shane suggested it, let’s be real. LMAO.

You guys were both incredibly drunk at his house and hooked up, the next morning was extremely awkward for you two. "Uh- listen, I wouldn’t be… uh, all that great of a boyfriend, let’s just keep this… friendly?" The words took a minute for you to process, considering your feelings for the middle aged drunk. And also you’re incredibly hungover. "Yeah, of course!" You smile, causing him to let out a sigh of relief.

But, it didn’t end there. You two kept "accidentally" hooking up, and well, eventually you’ve grown tired of it- finding yourself in a similar situation to Marnie. You decide to go out on a date with someone new, a date that Shane would inevitably find out about, and show up to your house that night.

"Oh! Shane…" You opened the door, fully dressed up and headed towards the saloon.

"We need to talk."

You step aside and let him walk in. "Listen, shane-" he interrupted you with a kiss, then slowly pulls away, his hands clinging onto your upper arms.

"I know I can’t be an amazing boyfriend, or even guy… but if you give me a chance, I’m willing to try for you."

All that to say… FWB doesn’t work out with him.

Harvey doesn’t get it.

Regardless on if you explain it to him or not, he’s still asking you on dates.

You two just get done going at it, and he’s buttoning up his shirt- "So, what are you doing later? Let’s have dinner-"

Yeah, at that point you two are just dating, but it’s okay because I love him.

( I wish I could’ve made Sam's longer, he’s my husband<<<3 , also hope that you liked!!)

#sdv shane #sdv sam x reader #sdv x reader #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv harvey #sdv alex #sdv alex x reader #sdv smut #sdv sebastian x reader #Sdv Harvey x reader #sdv shane x reader #stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley sam #stardew valley sebastian #stardew valley shane #ok that’s enough

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taesanrot · 11 months ago

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[from the start] taesan x f!reader | 4.0k words college au, classmates to lovers, making out, alc consumption ++ terrible drunk decisions lmao, angst kinda, misunderstanding, mutual pining, fear of physical touch at first, everyone is just a little confused note. sorry this took literally so long to finish, i kept changing my mind on how i wanted it to go. fun fact the original idea for this fic was based on my real life situationship. hope u guys enjoy <3

you shouldn't be here. you should be sleeping off the alcohol flowing through you in your own bed, at your place. you shouldn't be here, pressed against taesan's chest, your mouth molded against his.

up until a few hours ago, han taesan was nothing but a fleeting memory. just someone your friends brought up once in a while to watch the way your cheeks flared up in embarrassment. he was part of the past, an unfortunate moment during your freshman year in university. your friends didn't know about the guilt that ate away at you every time the boy's name crossed your mind.

the two of you had met in english, deskmates who bonded over the frustrations that came with your shitty professor and endless essays. complaining about class turned into hushed whispers while the professor wasn't looking, adding each other on socials and snapping silly pictures back and forth, walking back to the dorms together. because... why not? taesan was cute and you couldn't help but chase the feeling that came with every interaction you two shared.

you never thought it would turn into anything, until your friends pointed out the obvious: he liked you. taesan liked you. the way your hair flowed so prettily, the way you smiled at all of his stupid pictures and the way your eyebrows furrowed at the professors nasally voice.

the two of you had an undeniable connection, and it ended with the two of you sitting on his bed watching a movie together on his roommate, sungho's, tv.

flirty glances and brushing hands turned into his hands running up your arms, breath hot on your neck as you tangled your fingers in his dark hair. having him like this should've felt like heaven, but instead your chest tightened and your body tensed, to the point where taesan pulled away from you, looking into your eyes and softly asking if this was okay, if you were okay.

you should've told him the truth, you were just scared. you hadn't done this before, not with someone who you felt so deeply for. you just wanted to slow down a bit. but instead you faked a smile and just said that you remembered something your friend had asked you to do, ignoring the stab in your chest as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. you pulled away uncomfortably quick and left without another word. that was months ago.

the last you'd heard from him was hours after you left; he'd apologized profusely, saying he'd misread things and you tried and tried to reassure him that he did nothing wrong. you wished he could read your mind so you didn't have to face the fact that you were a coward and you'd hurt him in the process.

taesan thought that night would be the last time he'd see you. he could tell something was wrong, and he'd figured that you'd never want to see him again. but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to blame you, hate you, nothing.

...

"seriously? you're not mad.... at all?" sungho sat up in his bed, staring at his roommate in disbelief. "dude, she literally led you on and ghosted you." jaehyun chimed in, shaking his head at the younger boy. taesan shrugged and went back to tuning his guitar, covering up the sounds of his friends' scoffs with the vibrations of the strings he plucked. they thought he was hopeless, and secretly, he agreed.

...

after months of radio silence, it was safe to say that taesan was not expecting his phone to ping with a message from you.

you tried to move on from things with the music major, joking away your pain with your friends and going on dates with other guys. it worked for a few months, but eventually thoughts of han taesan caught up to you. they plagued your mind for days on end.

late at night, lying in your bed and staring at the ceiling, you wondered how things could've been different if you'd just told taesan the truth. you thought it was easier to just run away and pretend nothing happened between the two of you, that you'd be at peace if you just went back to before you knew he liked you, before you knew you liked him too. in the end, it just left you feeling empty.

you hadn’t ever met anyone like him, something you hadn’t ever admitted out loud. you couldn't go back to the way things were before, he'd left an imprint on your mind like no one else.

the thoughts you tried to smother finally came up to surface on a breezy saturday night as you were celebrating your friend, yunjin's, 21st birthday party at her apartment. after more than a few shots and the truly you split with yeri, you felt like you were on another planet. you stumbled over to the living room, falling onto the couch and leaning your head back and closing your eyes.

after a few minutes of sitting with your intoxicated state, you lazily unlocked your phone, scrolling through your instagram timeline, attention focusing in and out. that was until you came across a certain set of pictures. you squinted, reading the caption.

tae23san take my tears @psungho @myungj4e

pictured was none other than taesan, sitting on top of a car with his head tilted back to look at the sky.

sitting up slightly, you carefully scrolled through the dump of photos taesan had posted: him posing in the booth of a recording studio, he, sungho, and jaehyun in a photobooth, a candid of him playing the guitar, a mirror selfie with sungho, and a solo shot of him.

the last picture almost took your breath away; he posed with a hand ruffling his own hair as he pouted his lips.

all at once, you felt every emotion you fought so hard to drown explode in your heart. you missed him. so much. your head spun with sadness, guilt, and longing. you wanted to- no, you needed to see him.

it wasn't long before the thoughts popped in your head.

why don't i just text him?

whats the worst that could happen?

it was bad idea, a terrible idea truly. but you couldn't help yourself, you opened your contacts and found your chat with him faster than you could blink. you fumbled with the screen, trying to type out a cohesive message to the boy you so desperately wanted to see.

[1:53 a.m.]

y/n: taesnjsnnnnn

y/n: i miss you

y/n: i'm soryry

y/n: can i swee yuo? please

...

taesan was hoping to have a peaceful smoke with his friends. he, sungho, and jaehyun had spent the day working on a project for their advanced music production class, and were now sitting on the couch passing a blunt around, some rnb songs floating softly through the air.

taesan breathed in slowly, sucking in the laced smoke and exhaling it softly, humming at the warm feeling in his limbs. he felt his phone buzz in his pocket, laughing at the feeling of the vibrations against his thigh.

"this is done for." jaehyun mumbled before flicking off the ash and placing the end on the side table. taesan watched him with hooded eyes as he stood up to stretch out his limbs, making sungho and taesan giggle.

"i'm going to my room." sungho stood as well, murmuring a similar quip before meandering over to his door. "don't forget to turn off the lights, san."

taesan groaned in acknowledgement, letting his head fall back onto the couch. not really wanting to sleep, he wondered if he should watch a movie or make some food.

the boy sighed in boredom, pulling his phone out of his pocket languidly and swiping through his notifications.

his already blown out pupils grew even bigger at the sight of your name in his notifications. he'd never gotten around to deleting your number -- he figured there was no point.

his eyes focused on the words next to your name. 4 unopened messages. he rubbed his eyes slowly.

was he really that high right now? or did you really message him. taesan's gaze jumped over to the timestamp.

10 minutes ago.

he hurriedly clicked the notification, tapping his thigh with his fingers as the screen expanded to display your texts. you were clearly a bit out of it, taesan smiled at your typos. his vision seemed to laser focus on the one text you didn't misspell.

i miss you.

taesan couldn't say he didn't feel the same way. despite sungho and jaehyun's relentless nags, he thought about you more often than he'd like to admit.

somehow, he knew something was up the fateful night the two of you had hung out. that wasn't you, he just knew it. or so he told himself. he didn't want to be mad at you, he didn't want to hate you. he had hoped for this day so many times. the day you'd tell him you didn't mean it.

taesan's fingers moved across the screen slowly.

[2:08 a.m.]

han taesan: hey

han taesan: where are you?

...

from the moment you hit send, you had suddenly been more alert, thoughts racing a million miles a minute.

what do i do if he responds? is he even awake? he just posted, he has to be. god, i hope this works.

you'd taken the leap, there wasn't any going back.

you begrudgingly lifted yourself from the couch you were sitting on, looking for your friends so you could take your mind off of the messages you'd just sent.

walking over to the fridge, you grabbed a water bottle to help you sober up a bit.

eunchae and chaewon did a great job at keeping you from checking your phone every thirty seconds. you laughed at their horrific job at playing pictionary against two guys yunjin knew, anton and sohee.

your two friends were losing bad, and you smiled watching anton and chaewon bicker, anton giggled at chaewon's reddened face. you hoped you'd remember to tease her about it later.

your phone buzzed twice in your pocket and you held your breath as you fished it out and tapped the screen. face to face with taesan's messages, nearly shrieking, you quickly typed a response.

you paused for a second, calculating your next move. you really wanted to see him, praying to god that he was free and willing.

[2:09 a.m.]

y/n: yunjins place. in source complex

taesan: oh

taesan: what room

y/n: 204

taesan: im 3 floors up

taesan: in 511

y/n: can i come up

taesan: yeah of course

while you were definitely a little more sober than 15 minutes ago, you still fought to not squeal into your hand. looking around, you searched for yunjin so you could bid her goodbye.

...

mellow music still floating in the air of the living room, taesan dropped his phone in his lap. he let out a shaky sigh.

whether it was the weed or the fact that he was about to see you after what felt like forever, taesan was suddenly very nervous, wiping his hands on his pants and slowly standing from the couch.

rubbing his arms, he looked around the apartment, unsure of what to do until you got there. he assumed you'd take a bit to leave your friends apartment and make your way up to his. taesan hoped you'd make it okay; he wanted to come get you but was honestly way too fucking high to leave his apartment.

"i guess i'll go brush my teeth or something." the boy mumbled to himself, walking over to the bathroom to fix his hair and make sure he smelled okay.

...

stepping into the elevator, you looked at your reflection as the doors closed, almost forgetting to hit the button for the fifth floor in the midst of smoothing your hair down and fixing your slightly smeared eyeliner with your thumb.

closing your eyes, you lightly rubbed your temples in a sore attempt to bring yourself back to reality, and to emotionally prepare yourself.

you were seeing taesan again, finally.

you hid your blush from literally no one and smiled slightly into your hand as the elevator doors opened.

...

standing in front of the boy's door, the weight of the situation at hand truly hit you.

what exactly did you want from this?

what did you want from him?

if you ended up hurting him again you wouldn't be able to forgive yourself. huffing slightly, you brought a hand up to your neck to fiddle with your necklace and think.

your dazed yet racing thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the front door to taesan's apartment, door swinging back to reveal none other than the music major himself.

"hi" you smiled and spoke quietly.

even though he knew you were coming, the boy somehow still couldn't believe the sight in front of him. it was really you.

you looked as breathtaking as ever in his eyes, your hair a bit shorter than the last time he saw you. taesan caught himself and chuckled slightly, moving out of the way to make room for you.

"come in."

you blushed as you stepped into the apartment awkwardly, not sure what to do with yourself. the alcohol was still making your head spin, eyes adjusting slowly to the sight of taesan's living space. you slipped your shoes off quietly and followed the boy as he walked into the kitchen.

"do you want some water? or snacks? we have chips and fruit, unless sungho ate them all. i think we have some juice too...." taesan's high had clearly not worn off in the slightest, and the boy winced after realizing he rambled on about the contents of his pantry for a full 30 seconds.

you couldn't have cared less, eyes focused on how pretty his hair looked brushed down in his face. making eye contact with him, you noticed the red tint to them, giggling quietly.

"we also have -- are you even listening?" taesan smiled at your starry eyes as you shook your head and laughed.

"god y/n- okay let's just go sit down." he watched you eagerly turn around and nearly skip towards his living room couch, settling right in the middle of the sofa.

the couch cushions were soft as they rubbed slightly against the exposed skin of your legs. shivering slightly, you wished you'd worn a bit more than just a crop top and denim shorts.

your gaze traced the lines of the wood on his coffee table, thoughts lost and scattered. you were just as blown away at the sight of him as he was of you. you recalled the sight of his larger hands shoved in the pockets of his zip up, wondering what it would feel like to have them wrapped around your own.

you wriggled your socked toes to a beat only you could hear, trying to take your mind off of the nervousness flowing through your veins.

"here." you looked up quickly to see taesan standing in front of you, about an arms length away. "i brought you some water."

taesan bit his lip to keep himself from smiling at the sight of you on the sofa. he looked around awkwardly for a second, not sure where to sit -- you were in the middle of the couch and choosing either side of the sofa would leave him sitting directly next to you.

"why are you still standing? come sit." you tilted your head at him and patted the spot to your right softly, smiling up at the nervous boy.

sighing out in relief, taesan plopped down next to you and settled into the corner of the sofa. you turned slightly so you could face him as he spoke, glass of water abandoned on the coffee table.

"do you wanna watch a movie?" he asked.

"is it okay to turn on the tv this late?" you shyly responded

taesan's ears turned slightly red in embarrassment. he 100% forgot about his two other roommates sleeping soundly in their own rooms.

while they probably wouldn't mind the noise, taesan didn't want to have to explain why you of all people were in their living room at this very moment.

"if you're okay with it, we can watch something in my room, i can play it on my laptop." taesan spoke.

your cheeks burned slightly at the idea of seeing the boy's room but you hummed in agreement, standing up quickly. the sudden movement caused you to stumble a bit. taesan stood up after you, wrapping a hand around your arm in an attempt to steady you.

"are you okay?" he turned you to face him fully, hands resting lightly on your shoulders as he looked at you worriedly.

your breath hitched at the mere inches of space between the two of you. taesan's gaze left you speechless, and your eyes searched his face before landing on his lips.

for every minute that had passed since you sent that first fateful text message, the anticipation had been eating you alive. deciding you couldn't take it anymore, you pulled yourself up by the collar of the boy's hoodie and pressed your lips against his.

his mouth was plush and unmoving against yours and you let yourself close your eyes and savor the feeling for a moment before lowering yourself back onto your heels.

opening your eyes, you mentally geared yourself for the awkward conversation you feared was about to ensue. taesan, on the other hand, barely gave you a moment to breathe, chasing your lips the second they detached from his. slipping a hand behind your neck, he tilted his face down and sealed his lips over yours once again.

taesan's mind raced as he bit your bottom lip, wondering what this was going to lead to and if he'd regret it. he decided he couldn't care less when he felt you tilt your head to the side and push your tongue in his mouth.

you craned your face upward and grabbed the sides of his sweatshirt tightly, like he might disappear if you let go of him. you needed more of him.

you broke your lips from his for a split second to ask where his room was. taesan mumbled something you couldn't hear before pulling you by your shoulders. the boy's mouth didn't leave yours for a second, only pulling away to push his door open.

you opened your eyes slowly, looking up to meet the taller boy's hooded gaze. you turned around and took in the sight in front of you. taesan's bed was in the corner of the room, posters hung above a small desk. you smiled at the tangles of wires on the floor, leading to a small speaker system and bass guitar.

"gonna go turn off the lights and check the door." taesan's voice rasped. you hummed in acknowledgement and stepped forward into the room slowly.

you walked over and climbed onto the boy's bed, bringing your legs up so you could hug your knees. staring at your socked feet, your mind was completely blank. when taesan came back you were absentmindedly fixing your hair and shirt, not even noticing the boy's return.

"are you okay?" taesan asked softly.

you looked up to see his eyes on you, smiling at the way hands were politely tucked behind his back. he was nervous, hoping he didn't overstep or make you uncomfortable. taesan didn't think he could handle watching you run out his door a second time.

"okay?" you tilted your head in confusion.

"with this... being here with me." your heart panged with sadness, feeling so guilty for how you made him feel before. you wanted to make it up to him.

"i am. i want this. i promise, taesan." you watched taesan slowly process your words though his wavering high, smile forming on his face. his hands came up to push your legs down, and you scooted towards him, giggling and wrapping your legs are his standing figure.

taesan had abandoned his hoodie in the living room, now in a loose t-shirt. your hands scrunched the fabric of the graphic tee as you pulled the boy towards you again. taesan complied without a word, bending down to meet your awaiting lips. you moved your lips against his languidly, savoring each swipe of his tongue against yours.

taesan pushed your body backwards so he could climb on the bed with you. you scooted back until you were pressed against the headboard, only staying there for a second before taesan pulled you onto his lap.

his lips went to your neck, pressing soft kisses and grazing his teeth against the sensitive skin. with each kiss, bite, and swipe of his tongue against you, taesan could feel you practically melting into his lap. eyes screwed shut, your head leaned back to further expose your neck and your fingers tugged at the boy's hair.

you slightly pulled taesan's face away from you, bringing your hands to gingerly cup his face. his eyes were slightly glossed over as you placed a wet kiss on his lips.

the last traces of your sobriety were thrown out the window, both of you drunk off each other. taesan thought you looked like an angel, bringing a hand up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. your eyes formed crescents as you smiled at the boy, and he swore he almost stopped breathing.

your hand came up to rest over his that was still cupping your face, intertwining your fingers. bringing them closer to your face, you opened taesan's and placed a featherlight kiss in the center of his palm.

"what was that for?" taesan mumbled in between giggles as he watched you continue to play with his fingers.

"thank you." your voice wavered slightly, eyes looking up to meet his nervously. you laughed at the puzzled look on his face before continuing.

"for giving me a second chance and letting me come over." you sighed shakily under taesan's gaze. "i missed you, a lot."

"probably not as much as i missed you." taesan replied softly, squeezing your hands and tilting your chin up to meet your wide eyes.

the moment that passed between the two of you was long and drawn out, you savored the feeling of weight being lifted off your chest. trapped in his eyes and tucked in his arms, you couldn't fathom missing the chance to have han taesan like this.

as the thick silence dissolved and taesan's aching lips found yours again, the two of you knew staying away from each other was ill-fated from the start.

[bonus — 10:54 AM]

blinking the sleep from your eyes, you lazily searched taesan's fridge for a water bottle. as you shut the door, a loud crash abruptly pulled you out of your sleepy daze. coming face to face with myung jaehyun, you let out a yelp of surprise.

"no fucking way." he spoke. a bowl of dry cereal lay at his feet, contents now strewn across the kitchen tiles.

ears turning red, you realized how insane you must look: your hair was untied and messily brushed down and you were wearing nothing but an old tshirt and some boxers taesan had given you.

"what happe- oh god." taesan said from behind jaehyun, having rushed over to the kitchen to check on you. it was safe to say the last thing he expected was to see you and his roommate staring open mouthed at each other. flustered, taesan opened his mouth to explain, but jaehyun interrupted him with a loud sigh.

"fuck you tae, now i owe woonhak 20 bucks."

...

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vanillarosekiss · 11 days ago

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thoughts on stepdad!simon taking his stepdaughter's virginity..?

warnings: porn with no plot, very VERY taboo (so don't read if ur not into it!!!), use of 'daddy' once in relation to simon, unprotected piv sex, dubious consent, age gap, very dom!simon, huge size kink, possible corruption kink if u read into it. this is so icky im sorry.

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The first thrust knocked the breath from your lungs entirely, stretching you open and forcing to take all of him - slow and unrelenting as he pushed you further into the sheets on his bed. It was so wrong. All you could think about was how wrong it was. But your body was unable to escape his grasp and once the first jolts of pain had subsided, it was surprisingly pleasant.

Your stepfather, Simon Riley, taking your virginity.

You would have never thought in a million years that you'd be in this situation, so pliant and needy underneath him as he fucked you senseless. It was embarrassing, just thinking about how soaked you were for him; the constant sounds of your wetness were amplified by his thrusts. You were at his complete mercy, and you liked it.

You'd always dreamt about an older guy with experience deflowering you, but not him. Not Simon. Sure, he was good looking. Fucking handsome, in actual fact. And the more you thought, the more it turned you on that his cock was pounding you hard right now. It felt so taboo. You seemed to figure pretty fast that it was the pure idea of it being unaccepted that was fuelling your desires onwards.

You were on your stomach with your ass up as he fucked you, first slowly so as to get you used to his unbelievable size. Although he wasn't a patient man for long, and against your quiet pleas and muffled whines that he was 'too big', he began to fasten his pace.

"Just be good for me baby. You're such a sweet girl, you need to be fucked well, alright?" his voice was soft, a polar opposite to his thrusts which were now forcing you to gasp every time he plunged back into you.

"Daddy..! S'too much!" you moaned as his tip prodded your cervix, your back arching as much as possible to try and cushion his movements.

"You can take it, angel. Pretty pussy's so tight. Practically suckin' me in," he kept praising you, which only made you moan louder as you took him like an obedient little girl. He held your arm behind your back, pushing you down even more whilst he pounded your cunt harder. He thoroughly enjoyed how small you were, so easy to control and hold down for a good fuck. The sight alone of his cock splitting you open could have made him cum right there on the spot. The thought of corrupting his precious baby only spurred him on further.

Simon's assertiveness mixed with the comfort of his praise encompassed you fully, beginning to untie the knot that had been wound up in your lower tummy the moment he started touching you. You were a complete mess, leaking all over his cock.

He knew you'd come soon - he felt your core clenching around his cock ever so tightly.

Being your very first time and having taken him so well, Simon felt nice enough to reach his hand down towards your clit, rubbing little circles and hoping to make you feel good. Your back was impossibly arched, with your eyes rolling back as you felt a tidal wave of relief flow from you, drenching both Simon and his bed in your utter satisfaction. He continuously kept rubbing your pearl, helping you down from your climax as he finally reached his, letting go of a load in you as you lay there under him.

He pulled out of your sopping cunt momentarily - only to regain his composure. And it wasn't long before he was fucking himself back into you at an agonisingly slow pace, telling you how well you did, in that genuine voice of his which made you melt almost instantaneously.

You were by far his most favourite little secret.

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writingwisterias · 2 months ago

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Hey hey!!

You can ignore this if you aren't comfortable but I was wondering if you have any ideas for how different eras Leon would react or handle drunk gf? Smth like been out with the girlies or asking him for a ride home? Go crazy!

Low key started thinking about it after a minor drunken injury weeks ago (all good!)

Hi Anon!

I'm sorry this late, I hope you are okay lmao! We have all been there at some point 👀...I've never fallen down some stairs or whatever

Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Fluff, Drunk!Reader,

Fem!Reader

RE2:

You went to a house party, Leon didn't feel like going though so he stayed behind

He trusted you not to do anything stupid and find your own way back.

That was until he got a call from you that you had been left by your friends and needed him to come and pick you up

He left immediately, pulling up to the location in his jeep with a smile at your state

Had to catch you as he helped you into the car as you tripped on the pavement

The entire ride you are chatting to him about all the gossip. He doesn't care who kissed who that night. Your smile and adorable giggles made his night

Caved when you asked for fast food - with the idea it will sober you up a little bit at least.

RE4R:

I feel like he would like a quieter life but when he meets you and you drag him around everywhere.

He doesn't complain he just goes with the flow, he'll have a few drinks etc to make the time more bearable but never as much as you.

It's cute though, how you'll go out onto the dance floor with a bunch of your friends all stumbling about together

Then you will stumble back over to him, placing a kiss that tasted like whatever you were drinking. A hug that was more you leaning on him than an actual hug

He never prompted you to come back, he was content observing you from the bar, his ass going numb from the bar stool.

When it is time to go home, he's dragging you to a cab. Your leaning on him chattering about whatever was on your mind

Thoughts going by so fast he can barely keep up with you. Changing topics like every 5 seconds

Infinite Darkness:

Encourages you to drink more, he's the type that's willing to be the sober one if he needs to be or at least only limiting himself to a few drinks to make sure you get back safely

He has to drag you out the bar towards the end of the night, your goodbye with the girls is dragging on far too long

The walk back is painful, your stumbling everywhere and so slow to the point he just beds his back and braces his knees

You're hard to carry on his back only because you find it so funny but eventually you pass out

When you do you are like dead weight but don't worry he can take it, he's fought things that are heavier than you

Damnation:

He's drunk with you lets be honest, you are both as bad as each other

Prefers to stay at home and drink so you will too

If you host a girls night he'll happily leave the room and sit in your bedroom so you have the space

The girls don't mind him being there they understand you barely see each other so they are fine with him joining in

When he does, he'll suggest things like board games or card games

For Christmas he'll get you loads of drinking games to play either together or with your friends

Finds it funny when you get the couple drinking games

RE6:

You woke him up from sleeping on the sofa when you called him to pick you up

He's fighting you for an answer as to where you are.

Eventually he just drives to the usual bars not hanging up of course

Finds you just aimlessly wandering down the streets. Pulls over and has to gently guide you into the car

Your moaning about how you have your boyfriend on the phone and he's coming to get you until you realize it's him

He'll give you his jacket in the car so you stay warm, after all the outfit your wearing wouldn't have kept you warm

Loves the gossip you collect and will let you ramble about. There's just something distracting about who kissed who compared to his usual thoughts or conversations with his friends

Vendetta:

The guy would be drunk with you, out and about with your friends whatever. He's with you

And considering he's drank a lot in the film before he starts doing anything I would say he's the type of drunk that you can't actually tell he is until you see the drink

So he's more helpful than you in going home

He's dragging you down the street, pulling you into his side so you stay close

If you fall over he's just sighing and laughing at you

It's almost like two toddlers walking down a street together, they don't know where they are going or how to get there but they do eventually

If you ask for his jacket he'll give it to you but he won't just do it on his own will. He's not really thinking straight

Death Island:

He's smart enough to turn on your phone location before you go out so when you do call him, he's there like instantly

He will sit you down on the bathroom counter and force you to tell him what your skin care routine is as he knows you'll be upset you didn't do it

Will eventually get you to write a step by step process and pin it to his bathroom mirror so he knows in advance

Probably just throws on one of his t shirts instead of finding your own clothes

Listens to your drunken talks until eventually you fall asleep cuddles into him

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bunnyksj · 1 year ago

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Do I Wanna Know? - KSJ x Reader.

Summary: If your husband can sleep around, going after any woman he can get his hands on, what's stopping you from getting back at him by sleeping with your coworker?

Author’s Note: JIN MY LOVE, anyways thank you so much for all your support on the last fics like omg (>w<), i really appreciate it so much you don't understand.

TAGS: MDNI, smut, cheating (guys don't do it that shits wack), revenge sex, slight manhandling teehee, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, he hits it raw </3 (as normal LMAO).

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

It all started when your husband came home intoxicated from a long night out.

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He lay sprawled out on your sofa, dark rings under his eyes. You could smell the alcohol radiating off his body from across the room, making your nose scrunch in disgust. His phone was violently vibrating, a plethora of messages coming through his phone. Angry mistresses demanding for cash in exchange for keeping quiet about his affairs.

“Fucking pig.” You muttered under your breath, a blend of hurt and anger flowing through your body.

You pour yourself a glass of champagne, softly crying into the glass, taking in the wright of the situation, the life you had built together, the love and adoration you once had for one another had slowly faded, and now, it had completely died out.

As more messages kept coming through, you felt your heart sink lower and lower, taking small sips from your glass. What should you do now? You stood there in silence, leaning against the kitchen countertop, pondering your next moves.

Should you just pack all your stuff and leave? No, you don't have anywhere to go, and getting a divorce is expensive enough, you dont wanna imagine how much it would be to find your own place, and settle in at the same time.

Eventually, an idea came into your head.

Who the fuck does your husband think he is? Sleeping around behind your back, like you wouldnt eventually find out. Well, it's time to show him you're not the only one who keeps secrets.

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Seokjin was someone that you had worked with for a long time. You couldn't lie and said you didn't admire sharp features and soft smiles from time to time, finding comfort in his warm and caring eyes. And you definitely weren’t the only one. It was pretty common for the women around your office to fawn over him when he’d walk past. Talking in hushed giggles about what they would do to him if given the chance.

You thought you guys were friendly enough with each other, often talking during your lunch break, engaging in deep conversations about the issues you were dealing with. But that was mainly it. Seokjin usually kept himself closed off, brushing off the lustful stares and small giggles of his female coworkers, often keeping his gaze cold and calculating. He never gave them the time of day, and honestly, you didn't think he’d give you that either.

But hey, trying never hurt anybody.

You pressed the phone against your ear with shaking hands, adrenaline rushing through your veins.

“Hi..um..Seokjin,” You began, stamming with nervousness, but also a slight hint of excitement. “Are you busy at all today?”

“No, not really. Why?” He said, his soft voice coming from the other end of the line.

You took a deep breath, putting on a slight sultry tone in your voice.

“I’ve been thinking about you alot. Won’t you come over~.”

He took a deep inhale. “I don’t know if I should, y/n. What about-”

“My husband? Don’t worry about that dickhead.” You said, quickly cutting him off.

“Besides,” A small smirk crept onto your face. “You can keep a secret, right?”

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“Shit…” He groaned softly, laying you down on your back. “You’re so fucking sexy baby, been wanting this for a long time..”

Seokjin came over shortly after you called him. His breath hitched as he entered your room, his hooded gaze trailed across your lingerie clad body. Your husband had left a few hours ago. To go where? Who the fuck knows. Not like you even cared anymore, you were having your own fun. Let him run around behind your back all he wants, you’ll do it too.

You felt a strange sense of satisfaction and power, like you had the upper hand now. You feel your heart racing in anticipation, as Seokjin lips slowly move down your neck, his hands reaching behind your back to unclip your bra, letting your breasts free.

Seokjin's firm hands run over your breasts, softly pinching your nipples under his thumbs. “So perfect…” He mutters, softly licking around one of your nips.

You whine softly, running your hands along his broad back, feeling his firm muscles under your soft palms. He slowly moves his hand down your torso, caressing the wetness pooling between your thighs. Slowly, he peels off your lace panties, throwing them aside.

“So pretty baby. You’re gonna let me take care of you right? Gonna make you feel so good.” He whispers slowly into your ear, breath tickling your throat.

He slowly moves over your clit, rubbing it gently, making you whimper softly. His hands run down your thighs as he places himself between your legs, his breath lightly fanning against your folds.

“Such a sensitive sweet thing. Poor baby hasn’t been fucked good in a while, has she?”

You shake your head, big eyes gazing down into his. “Wanna feel good…”

“I know, angel. Just relax for me, mkay. Gonna fuck you so damn good.”

He slowly licks over your folds, sucking on your pretty clit. His hands force your thighs apart, pulling you closer to his face, worshiping your body. He groans softly, moving his tongue around you, swirling over your clit, your arousal painting his lips. Soft wet noises and your whines fill the room, your hands running through Seokjin's soft hair, lightly gripping it.

“Mmm..fuck..so good~!” You cry, softly grinding your hips against his face, your eyes rolling back, pleasure coursing through your veins.

“You taste so fucking good..” He growls, slowly slipping his fingers into your pussy, spreading you open whilst he licks and sucks your clit. His fingers arch slightly, pressing onto your g-spot, making you arch and moan. Your hands pull on his hair, making him moan lowly, his fingers moving faster inside you.

“J-jinnie~,” You whine. “Want you now..”

“Yeah, you want me inside of you? Want me to fuck you like a good little whore?”

He kneels on the bed, throwing your legs over his wide shoulders, pulling you closer to him, your lower back slightly off the bed as he positions himself between your dripping thighs.

“Mhm..please, I want it so bad. Wanna be a good little slut,” You cry, your body aching with desire and need. “Please, Jinnie?”

He gives you a soft smirk, before pushing into you, his thick cock rubbing against your walls. “Gonna fill this little cunt up, fuck you just right.” He says, slowly pushing every inch as deep as he can inside of you.

You moan loudly, feeling him fill you up. He’s massive, way bigger than your husband, you swear you can feel him in your stomach. You lie back on the bed, eyes rolling and panting loudly as he claims your body. His hips slap against yours, wet slaps filling the room, making you even wetter. His hands grip your legs, pushing them back a little to reach even deeper inside you, slight bruises forming on your legs due to his tight grip. Your hands claw at the sheets, your vision blurring from the intense pleasure.

“Fuck, should’ve known you were such a slut, would’ve fucked you ages ago, made you my little bitch.” He says, emphasizing his words with his harsh thrusts.

“F-fuck…you’re so fucking good..so big..” You gasp, your body clenching around his girth, begging for more.

You bounce off his hips, chest bouncing with each thrust, the desperation and passion of your fucking filling the room. His hands run up your chest, reaching your throat, his grip softly putting pressure around it,

“You’re mine now right? My good little slut?” He says, running his tongue over his top lip, looking down into your eyes, his eyes clouded with lust.

“Mhm..yes~!” You cry, your body slowly reaching its climax. “Wanna be yours, Jinnie. Only you can fuck me this good~!”

“Fuck, that's it baby..” He growls. “Such a shame, your little husband never treated you right, good thing you’re getting fucked by a real man now. Now you know how good I can make you feel, right?”

You nod, a warm pool of pleasure forming in your stomach. “Fuck, Jinnie! I’m gonna cum~! Please…”

A dark smirk grows on his face, his fingers playing with your clit, driving you to your peak. “Go on. Cum for me, sweet angel.”

You cry, your back arching, your body losing control. You cum around him, wetness coating all over the sheets below you as he continues to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm.

He growls at the sight of you, your pretty face twisted in pure pleasure. It drives him over the edge, and he cums deep inside of you. Thick ropes painting your insides, filling you up nicely.

He pants, sweat coating his forehead, his hand brushing back his sweaty hair, leaning down to kiss you passionately. You return the kiss, your tongues both softly sliding around each other, enjoying the intimate embrace. He grabs you by the hips, lifting you up bridal style.

“Cmon, let's get you cleaned up.” He says, smiling softly, carrying you towards the shower. You give him a small smile, leaning into his bare chest, panting softly, catching your breath.

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A few days have passed since then, and your husband is none the wiser. You smile softly, thinking about the night you shared with Seokjin not long ago. Your thoughts are interrupted by a text message coming through on your phone. It’s Seokjin.

“You free today, angel?”

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dreamescapeswriting · 7 months ago

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One Hell Of A Night ~ KTH [MATURE WARNING]

⤜ WORD COUNT: 2.4K

⤜ PAIRING: Taehyung x fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: established relationships, mafia AU (so no one will say anything about him fucking her lmao) SMUT MINORS DNI, public sex, very public, dirty talk, unprotected sex, lots of “good girls”, sloppy kisses, jealous taehyung

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - August 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

The bass thumped relentlessly, vibrating through the very foundations of the club, your hips moved in perfect time to the music though but Taehyung couldn't take his eyes off you. Neon lights sliced through the small mist that was in the room. Seriously, who thought that was a good idea. It was a choking hazard waiting to happen in Taehyung's opinion, but it did a good job of painting everything in flashes of electric blue, violet, and crimson. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, perfume, and the undeniable electricity of a Friday night crowd in full swing.

Taehyung couldn't even remember the last time he'd been out on a night like this, it had to have been years ago but he was here now and he was only here for you. And even though clubs were never his scene, seeing you this happy was worth any discomfort he might have been feeling.

He nursed a glass of whiskey, the ice clinking softly as he swirled it, his usual cold demeanour temporarily thawed as he watched everyone in the club.

It was as though he'd been on high alert ever since the two of you had arrived here. Telling you to have all the fun you wanted since he would be watching you. His attention was fixed on you on the dance floor, a small smile tugging on his lips as he watched you completely unwind. You were a vision of pure, unfiltered joy, the smile on your face was so large he was almost sure it had to have been hurting your cheeks.

Your outfit was simple and yet seemed to be capturing everyone's attention inside of the club. The holster top shimmered with each movement, and the gold sequins kept catching the light and drawing every gaze in the room. The mini skirt swayed as you danced, each flow of your hips giving people a show that was meant to be for his eyes only but Taehyung couldn't help but smile.

It was a rare sight, his rugged face softening as he watched you. For you, he was a giant teddy bear, his harsh exterior melting away in your presence. Years ago he had sworn no one would ever be able to turn soft for anyone. Stating that the day that happened hell would surely freeze over and yet here he was. Soft for you and no one else.

This whole night had been entirely your idea, no one could ever convince Taehyung to do something he didn't want to...anyone except for you that was. You'd dragged him out tonight, insisting the two of you needed a break from the shadows of his world and to just relax, even if it was just one night of letting his hair down and dancing...Not that he was doing much of that right now.

But as the minutes ticked by, his smile began to falter. He noticed the way others looked at you, their eyes lingering too long, their intentions clear only making his possessiveness rise within him, his jaw tightening so much you could practically see the vein in his neck twitch.

"Boss..." Ivan, one of his most trusted guards said beside him. His eyes lingered on you as he waited for his boss to give him some kind of order.

"Should I get the miss something else to wear?" Ivan glanced back at Taehyung who shook his head. He'd promised you that you could wear whatever the fuck you wanted because you shouldn't have to cover up because dickheads in the clubs couldn't control themselves.

"She's fine," He bites out the words, his jaw once again ticking as he stares over at you. Completely oblivious to the attention you were attracting with each sway of your goddamn hips.

"She can wear whatever she wants because I know how to fight," A small smirk tugged on Taehyung's lips before he downed the rest of his drink, the ice clattering against the glass as he set it down with a firm thud. Ivan watched as his boss slowly rose from his seat and began to make his way over to you.

Taehyung pushed through the throng of bodies, his path clearing effortlessly as people recognized him and stepped aside, muttering to one another as soon as they saw him coming. Noticing that people were starting to take steps away from you, you glanced over and smirked seeing Taheyung making his way to you. Your eyes light up even more as you reached out for him, your fingers brushing his arm, and he catches your hand, pulling you close to him, people staring in complete shock.

No one in their right mind would have imagined Taehyung dancing, especially not in a club like this.

"You feeling okay?" You giggle a little as he pulls your body into him, your hips rocking against him as you feel how hard he is beneath his trousers. Your bodies moved together seamlessly, the heat between you palpable as you rolled your head back to rest on his chest. Taehyung's hands slid around your waist, pulling you against him as they swayed to the rhythm, making sure he ground himself against your ass, letting out a small groan as you smirked up at him. He loved you but he hated that you had so much control over him like this, it was like witchcraft or something.

He leaned in, his lips grazing your ear, his breath catching on your skin and making your knees buckle ever so slightly.

"You know you're driving me crazy, right?" he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. His eyes looking down at your shirt and staring at your breasts which were practically popping right out of the top of the shirt. He wanted nothing more than to rip it off and claim you in front of everyone.

Something that wasn't completely uncommon between the two of you, you couldn't count the times you'd had sex publically because he was jealous of people staring at you. And it might have been the reason you invited him out tonight in the first place.

You giggled, your fingers tangling in the short hair at the nape of his neck, rolling your hips once more as you smirked at yourself.

"That's the idea," you teased, your breath hitching as he kissed your neck, his lips trailing down to your collarbone as he let out a low growl making your whole body shiver.

"You think I won't take you in front of everyone, princess?" Your heart started to pick up as you glanced at everyone who was doing their best not to stare in your direction now. Their eyes were downcast as Taehyung smirked to himself, he liked that he had this control over people and it only made public sex with you all the more fun.

"What if I wanted you to?" You breathe out, your whole body heating up not because of how hot the club was.

"You want that princess?" He smirks, his confidence taking over as he runs his fingers down your hips toward your skirt, rubbing the fabric between his fingers.

"You want me to fuck you so hard everyone knows who you belong to?" He asked, his voice low and seductive as you practically turned to putty in his hands, nodding your head frantically.

He moved with a seductive confidence, his hands exploring your curves, his lips never straying far from your skin making you moan out softly as you shut your eyes, enjoying the feeling of being so close to him like this. The music, the lights, the people—they all became secondary to the two of you as you moved in perfect harmony.

"T-Tae...Please," You breathed out, your heart hammering against your chest as he slowly reached up your back, his eyes on everyone around you as he undid the top of your holster top, letting it drop and expose your breasts as he let out a growl.

"No bra?"

"It ruins the top," You giggled before he raked his hands up your chest, sucking on your neck as his hands began to massage and tug on your breasts. Twisting your nipples lightly as a string of soft moans left your throat. You'd needed this ever since you'd gotten dressed earlier that night.

Part of you had dressed the way you had, in hopes he'd force you to stay home and take his cock but this seemed even better in your mind right now.

"You're just asking for it from me, aren't you?" He whispered, his fingers slowly moving from your breasts and down to your skirt, flicking it up before he ran his fingers through your thong, moaning out lowly when he found out just how soaked you were.

"All for me?" He teased, running his fingers lightly over your clit but never enough to give you what it was you wanted. You knew his games, he wasn't going to give in to you until you told him what he wanted to hear from you.

"Always," You whine, grinding your hips onto his fingers as he smirks at you,

"Go on, princess. Get yourself off on my fingers," He urged, applying a tiny bit more pressure to your already sensitive bud and watching as you rocked yourself on his fingers in time to the music that was flowing around you. Your head rolled back against his chest as you continued to grind needily against his touch,

"T-Tae," You moan out, your eyes finding his as he smirked down at you. Completely captivated by the way you were, his eyes never left you as your legs began to shake from the pleasure you were feeling.

"Come for me, princess. Let everyone here know who makes you feel so good." He growls out, his fingers starting to move on your clit, your breathing sporadic as you nodded needily at him.

"Tae...Close," You cry out as your heart begins to pound harder, your legs trembling as you clutched onto his hand to steady yourself, your moans growing louder as your pussy clenched around nothing. Needing something as you whimpered his name out again,

"Come all over my fingers, princess. Make a mess." He orders in your ear, and as if on the command you do that. Coming all over his fingers, your body convulsing as you cried out his name loudly your head in the clouds.

"Good girl," He moans out, reaching his fingers up to his lips as he sucks them clean.

"Panties. Off." He ordered and you wasted no time, kicking them down your legs and kicking them somewhere else, not even paying attention to where they landed just frantic for him to get inside of you.

"Let's give everyone a show, huh? Let everyone know who owns this pretty little cunt." Taehyung bites out, unzipping his pants and freeing himself, the head of his cock already meeting your entrance as he teased himself with just the tip.

You mewled out in impatience, not wanting to be teased with just how needy you wanted him.

"Tae." You hiss out as he continued to only tease you with the head of his dick, earning a chuckle from him.

"You're the only one I'll let boss me around like this, you know that right?" He whispers in your ear, one hand on your hip while the other held his cock at your entrance, the tip pushed into you as you clenched around it.

"You're so fucking needy you're already clenching around my tip, princess." He smirks to himself, looking down between you and at your ass, wanting nothing more than to slam right into you but enjoying this too much. Teasing you until you were begging.

"Taehyung please...P-Please," You cry out, attempting to roll your hips back toward him but to no avail as he pulls away from you.

"Dirty little slut, you just won't fucking don't you?" You nodded at him before he shoved himself inside of you. A loud moan left his throat as he leaned his head down on yours, your moans growing louder than the music at that point.

Without even thinking you started to rock back on his hips, desperate for another orgasm you didn't care how many people watched the two of you.

"Look at you, fucking yourself with my cock," Taehyung moans out smugly, looking at you as you continued to fuck yourself,

"F-Fuck, princess. Just like that," He moans out, his head rolling back, he wanted to last longer for you but there was something about being watched and the way you just took what you wanted from him that drove him wild.

"S-So big," You moan out, running your fingers over your clit as Taehyung began to thrust inside of you. His hips unforgivingly fast as you cry out his name,

"T-Tae," You moan out, holding onto him as he continues to thrust rougher inside of you.

"Let everyone know owns this pretty fucking pussy, princess. Let everyone hear you." He moans out, thrusting into you relentlessly as your cries grow louder.

Your eyes glanced around at the people who watched, frozen in place as you smirked at him. The orgasm building inside of you only grows faster at the thought of everyone seeing you like this and only for Taehyung.

"You like this princess? You like them watching you get fucked while they can't do anything?" Taehyung moans out, replacing your fingers on your clit and moving them in small, quick circles making you squeal at him. Your legs were jelly as you clenched around his cock, earning a loud moan from him.

"Close...s-So fucking close," You cried out as he nodded his head at you,

"I can feel it, princess." He moans out, sweat dripping down his forehead,

"M-me too," He stutters a little as his thrusts getting frantic, unable to stop himself as you cry out loudly.

"S-Shit, I'm gonna cum." You cried out, your fingers digging into his skin leaving marks as you cum around him. Taehyung smirks as he looks up at people in the room, bottoming out inside of you as he finishes inside of you, grunting loudly as you giggle up at him.

"Feel better for that?" You whisper as he straightens you up, watching your thighs as his cum leaks down your skin.

"I am, now that everyone sees who owns you," He chuckles darkly, as he pulls you into his arms, pulling your top back up and covering you, quickly shooting Ivan a look to let him know to get the car so the two of you could go home.

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orpheusluvr · 4 months ago

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Behind Closed Phones (Norton x Female Reader)

NSFW WARNING

(Modern AU)

Just a silly lil fic where you and Norton send each other cute little messages that eventually turn into something steamy as hell

( Norton’s appearance is based on his summer costume so his eyes are blue and his hair is blonde - it’s my #1 dream costume and it has me going SO crazy every time I see it or see someone else using it 🥲)

You quickly rolled over to the other side of your bed after hearing a notification from your phone. It must be Norton.

Nort: hey gorgeous, u up?

You smiled to yourself as you saw the message. He must’ve finally arrived in Miami, where he had gone on vacation. He wanted to bring you along too, but you insisted that it was best if you let him enjoy some time with his best buds in peace.

But now, you did regret saying that. Because you were missing him so damn badly.

You: yeah, are u in Miami now?

Nort: yea we arrived here like an hour ago lol

Nort: the heat is already getting to me

You: wish I was there with u, I regret not going :(

Nort: wish u were here too

Nort: I miss u so bad baby

Nort: hey this is luca and norton said that he gets hard thinking about u

You put your hand to your mouth at the last message, thinking about whether you should laugh or be shocked by the sudden change of topic. Luca appearing out of nowhere was funny, but what he said seemed to intrigue you even more.

You: for real?!?!

Nort: ignore luca he’s just being a dumbass lmao

You shook your head and laughed. You knew Norton too well, he was definitely lying.

Then an idea popped into your mind, and your smile curled into a smirk. You knew the perfect way to get Norton to tell the truth.

You: lmao alr, anyways wyd rn

Nort: just unpacking shit n sorting out stuff at the beach house

Nort: wbu baby

Now it was time for action.

You: oh not much, just taking my clothes off rn cuz I’m about to have a shower

Nort: damn girl show me what’s under those clothes

You: alr hold on

You quickly took your shirt and pants off, leaving just your bra and panties on. You sat on your legs, slightly parting them while you pulled down your bra, showing more cleavage than before. Taking a quick photo, you immediately sent it to Norton.

Nort: OH FUCK

His reply was instant. He didn’t send anything after that, which did leave you confused.

But it was simply because Norton DID get hard in an instant, that he didn’t have a chance to say anything else.

Immediately locking himself in the bathroom, he began to jerk himself off. Then he paused and thought of something. A sly grin appeared on his face.

You had put your phone down on the bed after Norton wasn’t replying, when all of a sudden you got a notification.

Your cheeks reddened when you saw that he had sent a video. Clicking on it, you almost dropped your phone.

He first faced the camera on his face, his gorgeous blue eyes staring forward while his soft blonde hair gently flowed with each movement. He moved the camera slightly down, revealing his hard dick which he began stroking. His face was red, as he kept repeating your name over and over again while strings of glistening white cum seeped through his tip and rolled down his hands.

Luca was right after all, and so were you. Your plan was a success.

But now, you had to return the favour.

You placed your phone camera on your pillow so that it would stay in place. You gave a smile as you pushed your hair back and flaunted your body. You unclasped your bra and took it off, throwing it to the side, and then you began slipping off your panties. You turned around, facing your ass to the camera while arching your back, and used your hand to spread your hole.

“Norton baby…I’m empty without you…” you moaned, before turning back around to stop recording. Your heartbeat increased as you sent it to Norton.

About a minute or two later, Norton called you. A video call. You answered it immediately.

Norton was lying in his bed, half of his face buried into the pillow.

“Ngh…you really fucked me up huh…” his voice was muffled, and so was his laugh.

“Don’t act like you didn’t do the same thing to me.” You laughed back.

Both of you weren’t showing your bodies, only your faces. You decided to make a move first.

Norton’s phone dropped the moment you moved yours back.

“You alright?” You began laughing.

He picked the phone up again, covering his forehead with his hand.

“I swear the first thing I’m gonna do when I come back from this vacation is fuck the daylights out of you.” He groaned.

“Hey Nort, we’re gonna go play some volleyball. You coming?”

You immediately panicked and turned your camera off after hearing Naib’s voice.

“Sure, just give me a few minutes.” He said.

He laughed when he saw that your camera was off.

“It’s alright, he’s gone. Anyways Y/N, you have one week.” He smiled.

“Yeah, I know you’re coming back in a week.” You laughed.

“No…no…not that.” He shook his head.

He gave a devilish grin.

“I’m giving you a week to prepare yourself, because next Monday you’ll be struggling to walk.”

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lanawinterscigarettes · 3 months ago

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okay so. what about a love quinn x fem reader smut where she’s a vampire, kind of addicted to your blood and stuff and then you like don’t mind and let her drink from you and it gets you a bit aroused or something idk but you end up fucking

I can't even explain just how much I'm obsessed with this idea, I really hope you like it <33

The Taste of You (vampire Love Quinn x fem reader)

Warnings: SMUT, vampire au (vampire Love/human reader), blood drinking kink (a very common trope in vampire fics lmao), vaginal fingering (reader receiving), light praise kink, could be seen as dubcon in some places but everything was consented to properly beforehand

Love knew it was you who walked in the door of her place the second she smelled your blood. You had such a sickeningly sweet aroma, it was often hard for her to focus on anything else when you were around.

"I brought you the stuff you needed for your cake," you said casually while entering the kitchen, setting down the bag of ingredients on the counter.

Before you could react, she had you to pinned against the wall, her superhuman-like strength and speed catching you by surprise. "Love, you scared me," you lightly scolded, giving her a soft pout.

She just let out a short laugh in response. "Sorry, I just couldn't resist myself. You've been gone all day, and you smell so good-"

You swallowed thickly as she nuzzled her face into the side of your neck, her fangs protracting involuntarily when she brushed her nose and mouth against the pulse point you had there.

"Can I have a taste?" She questioned in a quiet, almost hesitant manner, afraid you were going to say no even if she knew you never did.

"Of course you can," you murmured gently in reply, tilting your head off to the side so she'd had better access to the area. "Take as much as you need."

Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips as she nodded in acknowledgement at your words. The taste of your blood was something she craved like no other, and getting the permission to drink from you was something she never took for granted.

A gasp was pulled from your lips as she sank her teeth into your neck, allowing the blood to flow from the cut her made into her mouth. She kept her lips pressed firmly to the skin around the bite, not wanting to waste a single drop.

You leaned back against the wall behind you as she did that, allowing your eyes to flutter shut as you simply took in the feeling of being your girlfriend's own personal blood bank. You had to admit, it felt nice to be needed in such a way.

The act of her feeding on you was always strangely intimate, which is why it didn't surprise you when you felt your underwear start to become moist with how aroused you were becoming. "Love..." you quietly breathed out her name, your eyes still shut as she drank from you a bit more. You were starting to feel a little light-headed, using the wall as some much needed support so you wouldn't topple over.

She noticed the change in your behavior and stopped drinking, carefully pulling her mouth away from your neck so she could turn her attention to your face (though that was not before she used her tongue to gently lap at the small beads of blood that had formed from the bite mark that was on your skin). "Are you alright?"

You simply nodded, needing to take a moment or so to collect your thoughts before speaking. "Y- Yeah, just- You always tend to overwhelm me, in the best possible way."

Love gave you a toothy grin in response to your words, seeming flattered by them. "Well, if that's the case then why don't I overwhelm you a little bit more?"

Opening your mouth, you attempted to speak before she suddenly dove back in, biting your neck in another area as she moved to unzip your pants. A moan managed to escape you at the way she pulled them down just enough for her to slip her hand inside your panties.

The combination of her fingers beginning to stroke and tease your wet folds while her mouth greedily sucked up more of your blood had you writhing and panting, becoming even more of a mess than usual. "Love," you whined out her name when her fingers slipped in, not wasting any time when it came to thrusting them in and out.

"Just stay there like a good girl, okay? Be good for me," she breathed out right next to your ear, a shiver going down your spine at the action. You never could say no to her.

Your eyes found themselves shutting again as you simply enjoyed the moment, one of her hands gripping onto your hip while the other was still shoved down the front of your pants, fingering you as you stood there. The light-headedness was starting to come back now, your senses being completely over-ridden so that you were only able to focus on her.

The way her teeth felt when digging into the sensitive flesh of your neck, the way her mouth moved to swallow your blood so eagerly, the way her fingers pushed in deeper and moved inside faster, nudging against the extra sensitive area that was hidden deep within your velvety walls- it was all becoming too much too soon, and you quickly found yourself reaching an utterly euphoric high as you cried out her name.

That didn't stop her, however, as she only drew her mouth away from your neck and pulled her hand from your pants so she could whisk you from the kitchen to the bedroom, faster than the speed of light. One moment you were leaning against the wall, the next you were laying down in your bed, panting heavily as you looked up at where Love was hovering over top of you.

"I hope you didn't think we were done," she purred while licking her lips, her pupils dilated with a lustful hunger as she gazed down upon you. "So far I've only been able to taste just a bit of you, and I'm dying to try the rest."

Her hands instantly moved to yank down your pants, exposing your bottom half to the cool air of the room. You could feel the goosebumps begin to raise on your legs and especially your thighs as she dipped her head down and began to pepper kisses all along your hipbone.

You weren't surprised by the current turn of events in the slightest, as her feeding off you typically led to much more intimate sessions that were finished in the bedroom. She always took the time to worship every single bare inch of your skin while doing so, leaving behind several faint bite marks on your body once she was done.

What could she say? The taste of you was something that was far too enticing for her to be able to resist.

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choccy-milky · 6 months ago

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A few months back, I asked if it was okay to write using Clora and Seb. Finished the work - thought I'd lost it on my hard drive and a virus scan located it.

Not sure if it's sad or happy, but the basic premise of it is Clora getting frustrated/upset at Sebastian and Sebastian comforting her, Sebastian getting upset at a predicament Clora's in and Clora comforting him, and them both getting frustrated/upset and having to comfort each other.

If you'd rather I didn't post it, that's fine too, but just wanted to test the waters and double check that you'd be okay with it if I gifted it to you via AO3, or see if you wanted a sneak peak of it before posting it.

OMG im so happy you were able to find it and recover the work you did!!😭🙏 AND YES OF COURSE YOU CAN POST IT AAA I CANT WAIT TO READ IT!! you can DM it to me first if you want, but i also dont mind if you post it straight away on ao3!! IM LOOKING FORWARD TO IT SM AAARGHHHA💖💖💖IT SOUNDS ANGSTY WE LOVE THE HURT/COMFORT I HOPE MY HEART CAN HANDLE IT🥺💖💖TY AGAIN FOR USING CLORA AND SEB AND TAKING THE TIME TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT THEM😭

@sunshine-goblin AAA THANK YOU!!! im honoured its your fav fanfic AND ALSO THE LONGEST YOUVE READ BAHAHAA fr, when you say its as long as four books in lotr it rly makes me realize how insane i am😃👍 aw IM GLAD I COULD INSPIRE YOU TO DRAW MORE AND WRITE AS WELL😭 I was curious so i creeped you and everyone go look at their HL blog @sunshines-legacy your MC is so cute and so is your art🥹💖 as for tips on writing a longfic and brainstorming and motivation and stuff, my motivation was my brainrot and unhappiness with the canon story/ending LMAOO, and looking at the story of the game and playing around with what i was unhappy with/what i WISHED could have happened instead, was a lot easier than just coming up with plotlines from scratch. but something i highly recommend is just OUTLINING and making a timeline, one of my fav parts of writing was just putting on some cafe ambience in the background and doing stream of conscious type word documents where id just barf ideas and then worry about making it pretty later....like look at how many versions of the same chapter i have BAHAHA or like different renditions bc i couldnt decide if id wanna keep a scene/what order, so id make a timeline and keep smoothing things out until i was happy with it and whatnot

brainstorming is defs my fav part of the process and the most helpful part to me. just getting a blank document and writing stuff you want to happen without worrying about how it connects to the story, and then a lot of the times as i was doing that id just keep going and it would kinda tie itself together/id come up with a solution as i was writing / once the ideas kept flowing. so basically : TIMELINES AND OUTLINES I VERY MUCH RECOMMEND, but very low pressure and barebones ones. for example, this is what my outlines/brainstorming look like

its honestly just me talking to myself LMAO, and a lot of the time ill interject and be like "OH YEAH AND THEN THIS CAN HAPPEN" as the ideas come while im writing BAHAHA. its a super fun process and honestly nothing feels better than just getting hit with that flash of inspo, and since its all very low effort theres no pressure to actually write well and its just a chill fun time AND GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR OWN PROCESS / WRITING💖💖💖it can be difficult but HOPE U HAVE FUN TOO💖💖

@a-little-lysdexic WAIT REALLY?? LMFAOO OMG THATS CRAZY....SAME BRAIN...🤝🤝...that would trip me up so much if i were you omg BAHHAHA but aside from having similar tastes in names, IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY ART AS WELL, TYY💖💖💖

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silly-circus · 10 months ago

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★SillyString’s story/background★

(Way long overdue lmao and long I’m so sorry guys, also made some edits because I wanted to word some things better)

I want to start off by saying she is me, me is she(Im not sure if I made it clear or not so apologies I’m kinda dumb🫰). I say “her” in my posts instead of “me” because idk it feels right since I make her look differently than I actually do. Even so, we share the same name and I do the clown look all the time when I go out to places that I get an excuse to🧍‍♂️so really it is just me but anyway,,, time to begin! This is my first time actually writing this out so I’m sorry if it’s formatted and explained terribly

First off, Silly String is my persona’s clown name. She came up with it herself, everything else was Pennywise’s idea. She was originally a human, and still looks like one and has the appetite of one(when she changed Pennywise assumed she would want to eat people. He was wrong.) She lived in texas(yee-honk) before moving to Maine literally because she thought “why not?” and ended up in good old Derry. Her life growing up wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t the best. She was always into odd and strange things, or things that most would find creepy(clowns. Love clowns. They’re so cool) so she was kinda outcasted from others at a young age but soon people learned to just let her live in peace which of course she was happy about. She did manage to make some friends, solidarity. After moving, she continued pursuing freelance photography and painting, but her full time job is as a barista in a local coffee shop(wow, how interesting💀).

The way that she met Pennywise was kinda stupid. All she was doing was taking photos of the local wildlife and next thing you know a kid is running by before she notices a fucking weird ass clown creature from hell charging straight towards her(she still snapped a photo before running). He does catch up to her and jumps her. How she managed to not get away, but the kid did, don’t ask me. She survived, her camera unfortunately did not(he gets her a new one eventually guys trust).

since then, they kept bumping into each other. He does try to kill her again but she kept managing to escape him(pissed him off more and more each time) but soon enough he starts to chill out and basically decides to learn more about her. The more she realized he was going to not continuously try eat her every time he visited she would start asking him questions about who he was as an entity and where he came from. It does start out as a weird friendship where he would mess with her at work or appear out of literally no where to hang around. He does start to enjoy her company and watching her do normal, human things since her doing it made it seem entertaining. After a while of slowly getting closer and closer they become loving parters yay(she was still human at this time).

Fast forward and they get “married” which they really call their “eternal binding.” Basically what it means is that she became a part of him. As in if he dies, she dies. She unfortunately didn’t gain any cool shape shifting and such, she just gets to live and thrive as long as he does. When it first happened she was having a hard time with it simply because she’s going to outlive everyone she knows and will continue to, but over time she made her peace with it and saw it as a privilege to watch the world change around her and of course stay with her beloved.

Also the year they met was set in the 1980s, or honestly it could be any time after that or something I don’t know yall get creative I’m just going with the flow.

That is it :) sorry again this is long, and I hope every one has a good day/night(it’s 3 am why do I do this to myself). I also hope you guys continue to follow along with me on their lover clown journey :D

AND- little sneak peek of an upcoming piece I’m working on for Mermay 😙

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radiance1 · 9 months ago

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Inspired by the idea of that one post I did where Tucker downloaded DDLC, fell in love with Monika and then gave her a body. Which is set in the DC universe because why naught lmao.

"I'll bring you back to me..." Monika whispered to the figure on the other side of the glass her hand was pressed against. A soft smile on her face as she looked upon the peacefully 'sleeping' figure that floated inside of the tank.

Tucker, 'asleep' in a tank flowing with ectoplasm that kept his body perfectly preserved and even helped it 'heal' somewhat when Monika wasn't taking him out to run a proper check on his injuries. Eyes softly closed and curled into a ball.

He looked at peace.

Recent magical examinations showed that due to his... circumstances, he was much more akin to something like Danny or Vlad's existence than he was human. Yet, unfortunately, he wasn't quite what they were either.

Maybe if he was, she wouldn't need to do what she has.

Monika sighed and took her hand back, swiftly turning around and walking away. She flicked her hand as she did so, summoning various screens that held various reports over select strands of both magical and scientific experiments.

'Tucker would have loved to see this.' The thought brought a small smile to her lips that swiftly turned to a frown when she remembered the reason behind these experiments. 'No matter,' She thought. 'I'll show him when I bring him back.'

She sought out a specific screen, narrowing her eyes when she realized there was a complication one of her more hopeful tests.

She would have to go resolve it personally, it seemed.

The thought of leaving her beloved alone for even a moment stifling but! If all went well then, he would reawaken! Any amount of discomfort on her end was nothing in the face of a such a joyous occasion.

If all went well, everything would be back to how they should be!

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She should have known better than to think things were going to go well for her.

The complication that required her personal attention was solved, though it took some time, and bore fruit that, while not able to help tremendously, was enough to speed up her progress by a moderate amount.

One good thing made way for another bad thing.

Perhaps being around the Fenton family caused their luck to rub off on her.

When she returned her beloved's body was no longer where it was. Which should have been impossible, no one should have been able to get in or out without her explicate permission. And indeed, whatever happened didn't have her permission.

They forced their way inside.

Her systems were a mess. Some shut down, some dealing with viruses and some even fading from her rights completely. Which were then promptly disposed of.

Her beloved was stolen, right beneath her nose. Plucked out of the safety she surrounded him with when it came time for him to reawaken.

Monika was not angry.

No. No.

What was flowing throughout her artificial body was something much, much more potent than rage. Fueled by despair and hope that crashed down around her.

Monika was not angry.

What she was feeling, if she were to put it more accurately, would be the sin that humans had come to known as Wrath.

War bless her.

Fear aid her.

Time preserve her.

She had a thief to catch.

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In a city blessed with endless sun and protection of a god amongst men. A body opened its eyes.

'Monika.' Was its first thought.

'It stinks.' Was its second.

It stood up on awkward legs, bringing its hands to its head and turning the proper way with a loud and cringeworthy crack. It placed a hand to its chest next, feeling the slow beating of a heart that was easily viewable from the patch of see-through muscle that wasn't covered by any skin.

It looked at itself. It's very naked self and narrowed its eyes when it finally found a memory.

'Clothes.' Was its-no, his third thought.

And so, it started moving.

===

Lex Luthor was having a hard time not throwing something at one of the dolts who had lost a precious specimen he spent countless amounts of resources in order to get.

To curb his anger and not face a potential lawsuit, that was a headache he didn't care for.

He settled for firing all of them instead.

#dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc #dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp crossover #ddlc monika #doki doki monika

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skxllz · 1 year ago

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“ 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬. ”

carl gallagher x fem! reader

warnings; mention of death & reference to death. sad, grieving reader. mentions of pregnancy. takes place after season 11. real tear-jerker plot, angst.

side note; I'm traumatizing myself by writing this so I apologize in advance to everyone else lmao.

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the photo between your fingertips felt crisp... a warmth that was once brought by it now gone. your touch was cold, but the sleek lining of the polaroid was colder. no longer a brightening memory, just a numb remembrance of what shouldve lasted.

tears drizzled down your cheeks like rain on a window pane, dripping over the shininess of the photo that reflected light off of it from the moon above. as you stared at it - smiles and laughter and joy in a moment that felt like just yesterday - you couldn't stop the continuous ache in your chest from increasing. throbbing, and growing, like a large damn tumor. It was painful.

a hiccup escaped your mouth from the oncoming sob that bubbled from your throat. you slapped a hand to your mouth, silencing yourself, squeezing your eyes shut while the tears kept flowing.

it wasn't until you sniffled did you gain the idea.

shaky digits sat the photo down, beside you, onto the sleek wooden planks of the porch. the droplets of rain that stuck to the porch bled through the polaroid, but you were too distracted to notice; grabbing for your phone out of the pocket of your coat.

you switched the screen on and the white glow blinded you through blurry vision, yet you didn't mind. fingers moved quickly in typing in the code to your phone, before you accessed your contacts.

you scrolled, and scrolled, up until you came across his name.

thumb hovering over the highlighted contact hesitantly, before pressing down onto the screen. the screen flashed, before the dial screen loaded; making you lift the phone to your ear.

your sniffles were silent while you painlessly waited through the rings of the other line.

one ring. your breathing came out shaky. heartbeat picking up, startling you.

two rings. your hands were shaking more. you nearly dropped your phone, but managed to squeeze it tighter into your palm.

three rings. you had to bite your bottom lip to keep from crying more.

finally, you were met with nothing but a voice box.

“ hey! It's carl. ” a wobbly grin etched onto your lips at the sound of his voice. “ I probably can't come to the phone right now — stop it, debbie! — but I'll get back to you as soon as i can, alright? just leave a number and name! ”

the phone beeped, signaling for a message to record...

“ hey, carl. ” your voice was scratchy as you spoke form all the sobbing you had done previously. It made you laugh, the irony, “ it's... It's me. It's y/n. ”

you paused, swallowing down your saliva. it was so hard to speak, to think. you had no clue what to say — yet you had so much to say.

“ I don't even know where to start, ” your voice cracked, head angling down as you looked to your feet. you were wearing the vans carl had bought you... “ I just- I just really miss you, ya’ know? ”

you let out a sniffling, pain filled laugh. it was hard not to. the way you were only making the pain worse? you were such a fool.

“ I can't... ” an intake of a large full of air, “ it's just hard to accept that you're gone, ya’ know? I.. when we saw it on the news last week... ”

you had to press a hand to your mouth for a moment. breathing becoming ragged, continuously coming out in short yet fast puffs. you felt as if your lungs would burst.

then, you continued, “ I just couldn't believe it. neither could debbie, or lip, or liam, or Ian.... ” swallowing thickly, you let out a noise of distress. “ or fiona. fiona came back, carl. she was going to surprise you, but you were working- and then the shooting happened- ”

by now, your lips were curling in; cheeks indenting from the rough burrow the motion created between your teeth and the corners of your mouth.

“ why the fuck did you have to leave? ” you sobbed, pressing your hand to your forehead; fingertips bending inward and nails digging into your upper palm. “ why? why?! you- you couldn't have just taken off that day?! ”

the raising of your voice caught the attention of the neighbors, but of course you didn't mind - didn't care. the hallow, yet cramping pit in your stomach is the only thing you were focused on.

your shoulders shook. arms trembled. legs shuffled, until your feet were pressing together. it was hard to calm down, especially with the loathing anger you felt, but... you managed to after a moment.

just sitting there, breathing in and out. In and out. and then sniffing loudly, to clear your nose of the clog.

“ .. I got the blue roses. ” you whispered, voice raw and raspy. your hand was combing though hair, giving your scalp a thick scratch to relieve stress. “ the ones you ordered me the day before... I love them. they're.. they're dying now, but I'm gonna’ press ‘em in a photo album. ”

you licked your chapped lips.

more tears threatened to fall, but you quickly wiped them away.

“ ... and, there's something I didn't get to tell you. ” a shaky exhale was taken, with a small tremble of your hand - it moved, gliding across your jacketed arm before squeezing. trying to comfort yourself.

“ I'm pregnant, ” you croaked, “ have been for a few weeks now. I... I haven't told the family, either. I wanted to tell you first. ”

pausing.

“ of course, it's too late for that... ”

that's when the phone beeped twice, signifying the recording went on for too long. you squeezed your eyes shut then, biting your bottom lip. frustration, sadness, pity - you felt it all and then some in between.

the urge to throw your phone flooded your veins, but you didn't. not with a comforting hand meeting your shoulder.

you looked up, only to see a familiar brunette.

turning your head, you silently averted your gaze away from the female; her presence welcome, always is, but you didint have the strength to greet her. you were just too... tired.

“ ... It'll be okay. ” fiona said after a moment. she too was looking straight ahead as she sat - not at anything particular, just simply basking in the night air and after-chills of the rain that had passed. her eyes seemed dead, not lively and excited like they were when she first arrived...

I mean, how could she be happy? her brother passed away... before she could even see him again.

“ how? ” you sniffed, letting out a chuckle that held so many emotions - but the number one thing that stood out, was disbelief. “ how could it be okay, fi? my boyfriend's dead. ”

“ and so is my brother. ” she dryly replied. It came out a bit harsh, but that was the reality of it. you weren't the only one to lose someone.

and she knew that, which is why her arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you close. she felt like crying, but stayed strong - she always had to. “ it'll be okay, because we all have each other. we'll get through this together. ”

her words were met with silence. “ ya’ know, ” as tears gathered over her waterline, fiona chuckled drastically, “ I remember the first time carl told us about you. said he swore he was gonna’ marry you one day. ”

“ he did? ” you mumbled, eyes downcasted towards your touching knees. she nodded in response, with a hum.

“ yes. ” she bit the inside of her cheek, “ I couldn't believed my ears... we all thought he was nuts. ”

you hummed a laugh, the tears sticking to your cheeks and lashes slowly drying up. “ he was... very nuts. I never did get a ring, so I guess he was just yappin’ like always, huh? ”

a reply was never given. several seconds passed by, before you pushed yourself off of fiona and looked at her expectedly.

she was already looking at you, a look of fondness and soft, sisterly love in her doe eyes.

“ what? ” you questioned quietly. your eyes were darting between her own, and then over her face, and then down-

a small, black, velvet box was in her palm.

you sucked in a sharp intake of air, eyes widening with disbelief at the object in fiona's hand. your lungs... they felt like they were burning. like you were drowning.

your heart beat... It picked up vastly.

and your brain - you couldn't think, it was blanking at this point.

carl... he was going to propose to you?

#carl gallagher #carl gallagher x reader #shameless #shameless us #shameless imagine #carl gallagher imagine #shameless angst #shameless x reader

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magnetokisser · 19 days ago

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Can you write Clark Kent x reader (ft. Perry White) who is a newswoman for the Daily Planet and is Perry White's daughter. Lmao the idea of Clark dating his bosses daughter is so funny to me. He is so shy and akward, him being more nervous all of a sudden after y'all start dating, trying to keep the affection on the down low. Knowing damn well you can't hide anything from your dad, or a building full of journalists, who job it is to you know, figure out the new!!!!!!

the daily planet's worst kept secret!

summary: despite your father’s growing disdain for Clark Kent, you can’t stay away from him.

pairing: clark kent x reader

warnings: none!

word count: over 1.7k i lost count

author's note: my first request omg!!! Im sorry this took so long to write, I’ve been swamped with testing and school. Life’s been catching up with me, but I hope you enjoy!! Perry’s a gossip girl in this :p. also, my requests are still open!

you thought you were being sneaky, but alas, nobody could ever hide anything from perry white. especially when it had to do with his daughter and a co worker.

he didn’t necessarily hate clark kent, he just enjoyed giving him a tough time. besides, his old fling with lois lane was something he enjoyed watching. to him, love was a world that clark didn’t know how to navigate. so imagine his surprise when he found out you were dating the daily planet’s resident golden boy. he had questions— and he had a lot of them.

that’s how you found yourself here, sitting in front of your father’s oak desk. it was place right in front of a window that you felt was far too big, and was a pure invasion of privacy. but your father was all about invading privacy— be it yours, or your now not so secret boyfriends.

“you know why you’re in here?” he asked, placing a fat cigar in his mouth. this made you frown, the smoking. but it was apart of his character, was it not?

“stop talking like that, you’re not a cop.” you grumbled, placing one leg over the over as you crossed your arms. despite his tough exterior, you two were still able to joke with one another. it was just one of those things that flowed easily between the two of you. “when were you going to tell me, your father, might i remind you, that you were dating clark kent?” he asked, leaning over the desk. his eyes bore into yours, but you could see the hint of amusement in them. he’d give you shit about it, but he just wanted you to be happy.

“i would have told you eventually. you know, maybe once i’m a couple hundred miles away from you.” you smiled, finally relaxing in your seat. he let out an over exaggerated exhale, rolling his eyes as he did so.

“why kent?” he asked, puffing out a cloud of smoke as he clicked around on his computer, his brows furrowed in curiosity and slight confusion. you had a sigh of your own to let out at this question. you were never able to tell if he liked clark or not— which is exactly why you weren’t ready to bring the man around your father just yet. he was an intimidating guy, and clark was one of the most shy and awkward people you’ve ever met. just thinking about it felt like an understatement.

“because he’s kind and treats me well? and he’s very caring, thank you very much.” you explained. “oh, and he’s superman!” you thought, wondering how your father would react to that. but that was clark’s place to tell him— if he ever did. not yours.

“let me find out he tries something you don’t like..” he trailed off, giving you the stink eye. you rolled your eyes and stood up, brushing your skirt off as you looked at him. “i know, dad. you’ll tear him a new one and probably fire him.” you smiled, walking around his desk to give him a side hug. you swore he was almost as grumpy as batman.

you eventually left his office and returned back to work. just because you were his daughter didn’t mean you were exempt from working. you had to work the same boring journaling job as everyone else.

the day went by as it usually did. superman saves the city, and the daily planet is on it. even though they’ve been separated for a while now, lois still couldn’t give up the role of being superman’s star reporter. as much as it made your stomach churn, you knew everything would be fine.. right?

wrong. you were completely and utterly wrong. walking into the break room, you ran into your father giving a very jittery clark the stink eye and the infamous ‘you hurt my daughter and i’ll hurt you’ talk.

“dad!” you exclaimed, rushing over to clark with a frown. the poor guy looked like he was ready to have a heart attack. “why are you patronizing him?!” you asked, moving to cover clark. to anyone walking in, it would look comedic. clark was so much bigger than you were, it was like a child trying to hide behind a lamp.

“i was not.. patronizing him. i was just giving him a very down to earth talk!” your father said, giving you a look full of fake innocence. you raised a brow, watching as he looked back at clark. “i wasn’t patronizing you was i, kent?” he asked, causing you to deadpan and turn around to look at your blue eyed boyfriend. “don’t answer that. and if you do, don’t lie just because he’s your boss. if he fires you, i’ll quit too.” you spoke, a grumble from your father coming from where he was at across the room.

clark swallowed, his eyes darting between you and your father. “i-i wouldn’t say patronizing..” he trailed off, averting his gaze from yours. “you know what— clark, we’re going to the cafe next door on break. a little date!” you said, glaring at your father. he’d have to accept your and clark’s relationship sooner or later. with that thought in your mind, you grabbed clark’s hand and dragged him out of the break room.

the next few weeks were.. calm, to say the least. your father kept bothering clark, but only how he did before he found out the two of you were dating. you knew something was off about it, but you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what. that was until cat grant finally broke and started asking you a bunch of questions about clark. so your father let it break. how wonderful.

“sooo? you and kent?” the blonde sang, standing next to you as you filled up your coffee. you had to bite back a groan and hold yourself back from rolling your eyes.

"yes he's amazing, no he's not using me to get over lois, and yes perry knows." you said, rolling your eyes. “and i know dad sent you over here to try and figure out if there’s trouble in paradise, but there’s not. you can go ahead and tell him clark is taking me to some fancy restaurant tonight.” you spoke, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. with that, you strut off, going back to work.

later, you found yourself getting ready for your date. this was the most expensive one to date, with clark saying something about having a friend who paid for it for free. you wondered where he got all of these friends from.. either way, you were excited. you had only hoped your father hadn’t scared him away. your thoughts were soon interrupted by a knock on your front door, and you smiled. rushing over, you opened the door, meeting a red faced clark who was holding flowers.

“you– you said you liked these.. but if you don’t, i can just throw them away!” the blue eyed giant stammered, holding a bouquet of red hyacinths. you felt your face grow hot as you took them, your eyes meeting his. “thank you, clark. they’re lovely. this feels more like a first date than our first date actually was.” you giggled, setting the flowers inside before meeting him outside and locking the door behind you. you watched as he visibly relaxed, seeming like a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders. he lifted his arm and let you take it, leading you towards the lobby of your apartment building. every time clark took you on a date, you’d walk. not because you didn’t like driving, but because you enjoyed taking as much time as possible to spend with him. today was the only exception, as the restaurant was halfway across the city.

“my dad hasn’t been giving you a hard time, has he?” you asked, your voice soft as you looked up at him. his blue eyes met yours, and you nearly melted on the spot. “no– well, i have to say no, because he’s your dad, but i think he’s just acting how every dad would!” he nervously laughed. he opened your car door, smiling as you kissed his cheek before getting in. “my dad isn’t like other dads. he’s a bit.. how do i say this, psychotic when it comes to me?” you said, looking at clark as he got in the driver’s seat.

“i mean, he did say he’d fire me and make sure you never saw me again if i broke your heart, but..” he trailed off, backing out of the parking space. “he’s so aggressive. i doubt you could ever break my heart. besides, i get to say i’m dating superman,” you said, adding the last bit in a low whisper, “i’m practically the most special girl in the world.” you smiled. clark smiled, and the two of you talked for the rest of the car ride before stopping in front of some expensive restaurant. clark got out and opened your door for you before you could even think about getting out of the car, and it was almost comical how shy he still was. holding his hand, you followed clark into the restaurant, looking around in awe.

“i want to know who this friend is and where you found them at.” you said, wide eyes gazing around the room. clark chuckled, his body vibrating as he did so. he was so shy all the time, you almost forgot how deep his voice was. “uh.. one day.” he said, his face a soft tone of red.

the two of you were quickly seated, and you were quick to look at the menu. clark didn’t say anything and listened to you talk about how good or how weird the food looked, staring at you with love in his eyes. and no, he wouldn’t tell you that he noticed perry in the corner of the restaurant hiding behind a newspaper.

you looked up, your eyes meeting his through his long eyelashes. his eyes were full of love and affection, making your heart stutter. you paused for a moment before your lips slightly curled up in a smile, and you knew that you were set for life. clark was everything you could've wanted in a man, and to top it off, he was literally a symbol of hope.

you were pulled out of your thoughts by clark, who had his head tilted as he looked at you. "you're staring at me and smiling. are you making fun of me in your head?" he asked, his voice holding a nervous undertone to it. he always worried too much-- but it was endearing. to you, it showed he cared.

"you worry too much. i was just thinking about how lucky i am to have you." you explained, taking his hands across the table. he blushed, a shy smile gracing his features as he took in your words.

the rest of dinnee went well-- clark felt like everything was perfect. he was more comfortable and had gotten you buttered up. he didn't even notice the look of begrudging approval perry gave him before leaving the resturant, and didn't miss the text your father sent you as he carried a very sleepy you into his apartment. though, something told him perry wouldn't stop the teasing.

#dc #superman #clark kent x reader #clark kent x you #superman x reader

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