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A rough mission got him all peckish in the middle of the night đŠâ¨
And then he got caught-
#pov you caught him getting snacks#yes I gave him a hello Kitty bowl Sue me#call of duty#cod#cod mw2#ghostsoap#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#fanart#cod soap#cod fanart#artists on tumblr
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Don't feed him he'll come back (2)
simon riley x neighbour! reader
summary: The ghost that lives in your apartment is a solitary man, people tend to stay out of his way, giving him a wide berth. You can't help but think he seems a little bit lonely, cue pestering him with bad jokes and food.
word count: 1.3k
A/N: Simon's POV of events. Find part 1 here. Part 3 here 18+ nsfw themes
Simonâs not entirely sure what to make of his pretty neighbour who fattens him up with their cooking and has a penchant for bad jokes that might outshine even him. From the moment heâd caught you staring with wide eyes heâd expected wariness, or outright fear, those were the typical responses. He hadnât expected you to force a tray of pasta bake into his hands and then promptly disappear before he could get a word in.Â
Itâs a bit ridiculous, but the random act of kindness set his teeth on edge, enough that heâd even suspected foul play briefly. Hunger and logic eventually won out over his paranoia and Simon devoured the tray embarrassingly fast. Heâs not quite sure how to face you so he simply leaves the tray outside your door and assumes that will be that.Â
Except itâs not. For some reason youâve taken it upon yourself to feed him, leaving an array of dishes from dinners to snacks. Apart from an initial note inquiring into allergies you adapt his diet on experience, taking note of what he does and doesnât seem to enjoy.Â
He doesnât know how to get you to stop, nor does he really want you to. Not when heâs become entirely too reliant on you feeding him, eagerly awaiting each new dish with the excitement of a hyperactive toddler.Â
Price says heâs got a crush, which is just absurd, the only thing he knows about you is your name. And that your left cheek has a dimple when you smile, and that you love your cat more than anything and that-
He doesnât have a crush.Â
Then the elevator breaks. It breaks with only you and him inside and instead of panicking like he expected, you only seemed mildly annoyed for a few seconds before you turned to him with a conspiratorial grin. âA bear walks into a bar and says give me a whiskey and⌠cola. Why the big pause? Asks the bartender. The bear shrugged. Iâm not sure, I was born with them.â
Simonâs a little floored and itâs probably only his shock that prevents him from laughing because dammit, that was better than some of his. What shocks him even more is that you arenât deterred from his silence. If anything, you seem to take it as a personal challenge and your eyes glint in determination.Â
Itâs both a mixture of the jokes and youâre adorable determination that finally pulls a chuckle from his lips and Simon will forever remember the way your face absolutely lit up at the noise.Â
Itâs not until he provides a joke of his own before ducking into the safety of his apartment that he briefly thinks Price may have been onto something. He staunchly pushes that thought away but then you start leaving jokes with the food and he has to admit heâs in a little bit of trouble.Â
You wrangle his number from him (not that he resisted very hard) and then you wrangle him into your apartment and you make him watch as you flit around your kitchen in order to feed him.Â
His next deployment comes at exactly the right time and Simon is prepared to spend the months away getting over you. Except this doesnât happen because you send him a joke every day without fail, not even deterred when he rarely responds.Â
You send a selfie of you and your cat and Simon stares far longer than is appropriate. Heâs dreamt of you before, both innocently and not so. For some reason, the distance makes this worse and Simon wakes hard and aching for you more often than not.Â
(Johnny walks in on him with his hand in his pants staring at a picture of you once and neither of them can look at each other for days. He thinks this is preferable to the shit-eating grins Johnny throws his way now.)
For the first time in his life, Simonâs desperate to get back from deployment to the empty apartment he barely considers his home. The empty white walls and space not seeming as depressing when he knows youâre waiting for him just across the hall. Waiting to fill the dark void in his chest that grows when he loses access to your smile.Â
For the first time in his life, Simon doesnât want to leave his apartment. Each time Price calls him away from your presence starts to weigh on his soul more and more. Itâs getting harder and harder to stop being Simon, to put on the mask and be the Ghost when all he can think about is you.Â
It all comes to a head nearly nine months after he'd initially met you. As much as he tries to ignore the way his heart sings in your presence and aches in your absence Simon canât really deny how he feels about you anymore.Â
You pull him from his dangerous train of thoughts when you plop down next to him on the couch. Not exactly a new move in of itself but even then he canât help the way he shivers at the feel of your arm against his skin.Â
If asked Simon wouldnât be able to tell you a single plot point of the movie youâd put on, not when his mind was running a mile a minute and he was trying not to smell your hair like a creep.Â
He tenses a little when you tip against him but doesnât push you away. Instead, he canât help but smile softly down at you as he watches you fall deeper and deeper into the clutches of sleep. Awe and adoration in his eyes as one of his hands lightly stroked your cheek, his other arm wrapping around you to pull you closer to his chest.Â
Youâd wormed your way into his heart months ago with all your stupid jokes and your insistence on looking after him. Not once had you ever asked for anything in return, you even seemed offended at the implication.Â
He wasnât stupid enough to let you in on his feelings, not when every time he left you could end up being his last. Simon had once accidentally caught you crying over your brother, a soldier like him, though not as lucky. Your brother was dead and buried and Simon saw the toll it took on you years later even when you tried to hide it.Â
You were the sun. You were light and everything that was good in this world, saw the good in him, and Simon refused to be the potential reason that light was snuffed out.Â
He wouldnât do that to you. But Simon wasnât completely selfless, so he held you in his arms as he slept, letting himself imagine a life where you could be together. A life where he got to come home to you and your stupid fat cat, his apartment no longer in use and heâd hold you just like this as you slept.Â
This wasnât that life, but Simon still let himself pretend it was, just for a little bit. Because Simon couldnât deny it any longer, he loved you, was in love with you. And for that, he had to leave before he ruined you.
Tags: @cooliofango @innercollectivecomputer
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just a bit of luck your way // Self Aware Wuthering Waves (Jiyan)
Pairing(?): SelfAware!Jiyan and Player!Reader
Synopsis: You're one of the many players who started playing Wuthering Waves on release and of course the main thing you waited for is pulling for Jiyan.
From Mayaree: celebrating rn coz i got Jiyan and his weapon on my first 10 pull on each banner (dont know if that's supposed to happen but still a celebration).
CW: self aware au; no concrete spoilers because i just reached a little past level 20; swearing; second person pov (you, your, etc.)
Word Count: 2.8k (unedited)
Surely, surely there was something wrong with this game. You know for a fact you ain't that lucky - especially in these anime gacha games - so either there was something wrong with this game or the devs were just that giving to their players.
You had decided to play Wuthering Waves on a whim, caught up on the excited chatter you've been hearing all over the internet at its coming release. Patiently waiting for the servers to open worldwide, you sat down on your cozy chair with some snacks and a drink, ready to play. A grin ticks your lips upwards as you're taken to choosing your character.
You gotta say, the game is pretty amazing on your first run. Attack, parry, dodge. Seems simple enough. With a few fights, you were getting used to the routine and the enemies' patterns. If you had to nitpick something, though-
"This feels a little too easy." You were by no means an overly skilled player, as far as you were aware. Maybe it's because you're just barely past the start of the game, but it feels like the enemies were dying a bit too quickly. And you were only dealing like 10 damage per swing.
But just as you say it, you sit up in your chair in attention. Did⌠did they just get harder to kill? No, wait, you did just raise your Union Level, so maybe that's why. The enemies' attack patterns are slightly more advanced and although you're dealing more damage, their health bars are keeping up with you. Well, you were complaining earlier, so maybe this was a good thing? You keep playing, now being kept on your toes during combat.
After grinding a bit more - how much time have you spent already? Not enough, you think - you finally unlock what you've been waiting for this whole time.
The gacha system.
You're no stranger to gacha games. If anything, it's the reason you played this game in the first place. Sure the combat was nice, but what was better than collecting these prettily designed anime men and women and running around with them on the open world map? Nothing was more fulfilling than staring at your growing roster of playable characters the longer you played the game.
And for Wuthering Waves, the first addition to your would-be collection appears on the screen.
You'd be lying if you said you were going into the game blind. With the amount of Jiyan videos you've seen from the betas and leaks, you may as well have played him for a month now. From idle animations to his forte attack, you watched as many videos available as you could. And each one solidified for you that you needed to pull for him. That man was coming home one way or another.
Grinding a little more astrite by doing a couple of missions here and there - you had 1,300 astrite, just a little more for the home goal and then- you were ready. Sure it's just a meager 10 pulls but it was definitely a start. And you never know⌠right? You click the 10 pull button and-
OH??? SHIT, WAS THAT GOLD JUST NOW???? YOU KNOW FOR A FACT GOLD IS A GOOD THING, RIGHT??? You click through the 3-star results as quick as you can and- YEAH YEAH THAT'S HIS ANIMATION IT'S HIM HE'S HOME IT'S JIYAN!
You all but kick the chair away and bump your whole lower half on the table as you jump up in joy. You may as well be doing backflips while you're at it. You got him??? On the first 10 pull, no less???? This game was spoiling you holy shit. And it's only been a day.
Immediately heading over to the characters screen, you go to Jiyan's profile and just. Stare at him. Basking in the fact that you played this game on day 1, got the first available limited 5 star, and on your first fucking 10 pull.
Holy shit.
You scream into a pillow and hope your housemates don't hear. Or maybe they should hear because this has got to be the luckiest day of your life and you'd flex it on their faces if they understood the gacha game hype. Going back to the screen, Jiyan is doing one of his idles, twirling around his spear. My god, he looked glorious. His whole appearance was both beautiful and imposing. He looked so cool, hot damn.
"I'll be relying on you from now on, general." You grin once more and spin your chair with a whoop.
You level him up as high as you can, using all the leveling materials available at the moment. He's capped out at 20 right now because you did just start playing and still haven't unlocked character ascension, but you're willing to grind more just to raise him. You even move him to the first spot in your team (sorry, Rover, you can take the next spot).
You head on over to training, to gather some weapon and leveling materials but also because you want to test him out in battle. Damn it all, those beta videos of him didn't disappoint. He was just as good, if not even better since you're the one playing him right now.
He was definitely fun to play with. Of course, all the characters are fun to play with, but Jiyan was twice as fun. Would it be bold to say it was like you were meant to play as him? Suddenly the game is easier again. But not because the enemies are easy to kill, more so you feel like you're able to move better. You seem to be able to time dodging and parrying a lot better, even knowing when to attack at the best moment. Clearly, it was a really good decision to pull for him.
When you've grinded enough - he's level 40 now and you've fully accepted you're in this game for the long run - you go to level up his 4-star broadblade and then stop. You've saved up enough astrite for another 10 pull, right? Maybe you still have some luck left from the Jiyan pull, so⌠maybe?
"What do you think, Jiyan? Do I go for it?" You laugh at the absurdity of your one sided conversation. "I think you deserve your main weapon."
To your surprise, you watch as he laughs once, shaking his head and looking away with a barely noticeable smile (it's hard to tell with your gadget's graphics, but you definitely heard him). Was⌠was that part of his idle animations? You make a split-second decision to check his profile. Uh, no? No, it wasn't? Where'd that come from??? Well, maybe it was a secret animation plugged in by the devs. Game devs did like adding a little secret every now and then, right?
Anyways, although indirectly, Jiyan just gave you his answer. You were pulling for his weapon. You mean, there's still like 20 days left for you to pull if you don't get it right away, so there's no harm in building pity right now. Right? Right. To the gacha you go.
Breathing out - maybe a small prayer to the gacha gods in your head - you click the 10 pull button on the limited-time weapon banner-
WAITWAITWAITWAIT WAS THAT FUCKING GOLD??? AGAIN??? THERE'S NO SHOT. THERE'S NO FUCKING SHOT THAT THIS IS-
You stare at the golden glowing weapon on your screen in disbelief. A second passes, and then another as you stare at the green and gold broadblade. Verdant Summit. In the flesh. Excitement follows soon after like a tidal wave. You're off your chair in the next second again, fist-pumping the air like no tomorrow. You don't even care if your housemates hear you jumping around this time.
"JIYAN, LOOK, WE ACTUALLY GOT YOUR WEAPON!" You think you hear someone knock at your walls but you could care less right now.
When you're seated and back to your screen, you immediately equip the blade to Jiyan and stare again. Fuck, he really did look cool. With the sword, he's even twice as cool. Okay, he was hot, you're not gonna sugarcoat it. He was both in equal measure. You try swinging the blade around and breathe out in awe.
"It looks like it was made for you," you laugh. Well, surely it was. The blade was designed for him from the moment it was created, but still. You hear his little laugh again, but the animation seems to be cut short when you accidentally slash. Whoops.
When the excitement dies down, exhaustion sets in. You look at the time. Damn, it was that late? You really played the game for a whole day? Woof.
But you think it was well worth it as you watch Jiyan with his weapon in action. You finish up battling with a few more enemies before leaning back on your chair, content. Silly as it may be, you wish your team goodnight before logging off for the day.
Jiyan waits until he can't hear your voice or feel the warmth that overtakes him whenever you use him before he moves. He groans as he stretches. You really did enjoy using him to explore Solaris 3, no doubt about that. Not that he was complaining.
Far from it, really.
"Cheater." Jiyan blinks once before turning around. Rover stands there, arms crossed with a frown set upon their face. Jiyan could tell there was no real bite to their expression or words, but he still found it rather funny.
"Are you talking to me, Rover?" Jiyan's voice is calm and collected, but he can feel the corner of his mouth tick upwards ever so slightly.
"You know what you did." Rover scoffs, still lacking actual bite. It was more like teasing, if anything. "You wanted to make them happy that much?"
"Is it not possible I just wanted to visit Jinzhou for a bit? Their goals and mine simply aligned at the moment and I used the opportunity." A lie, but not quite.
Yes, he did want to visit Jinzhou. Word had reached him of the new Rover who even the Magistrate had taken a keen interest to. He wanted to make sure they weren't anything dangerous, despite the prophecy. JuĂŠ knows the last thing they need is the Midnight Rangers at the Norfall Barriers and an ambush in the main city.
But the moment he arrived, things were very different. For one, the very Rover he was so wary of ended up working with him in a small team of three. The Rover was no normal person, either. Yes, Jiyan could tell that they were strong and would be able to get stronger at a rapid pace. But they also seemed too observant. How should he put it? It felt like they were seeing something else he couldn't. Or they were seeing everything differently.
And then he felt it for himself.
Your voice is warm but thunderous, and yet it was not painful for the ears. Loud with excitement he can't quite understand. You're excited⌠that you have him? You even said you would rely on him from now on. He could laugh at how easy you were to please. Something so simple and you were already so happy. Maybe it's simply your emotions leaking into his own soul, but he could feel the genuine joy that you were feeling. He prides himself for choosing to come home as soon as he could if only to share in your happiness. He wanted to understand whatever it is that makes you so excited. After so much bloodshed, your joy felt like a breath of fresh air he hadn't taken in so long.
As you use him to walk around the world and fight Tacet Discords, it felt like he was seeing the world for the first time again. Maybe this is what the Rover was seeing with their observant eyes. Jiyan felt like he was experiencing Solaris 3 for the first time once again. Whenever you gasped at the sights of high cliffs and the boundless sky, he may as well be sighing in amazement with you.
"Right⌠Took the opportunity. Sure." Rover raised an eyebrow. "And the broadblade?"
Jiyan shrugs. "I find that I work better with a familiar weapon." Another lie, but not quite.
He didn't mind using another weapon. His skills lay in his own sharpened abilities, not in whatever object he had on hand. He could manage fine with any other broadblade you gave him, and he trusted you to help him fight. You fumbled a little bit here and there, made him attack a little recklessly at times, but you were doing your best. Jiyan could count on you in battle.
However, when you asked him if he wanted his weapon, he stopped. Having his sword on hand would do him good, of course. As he told the Rover, he fights even better with Verdant Summit. But, there was something about you asking his opinion. He knows you cannot read his thoughts. And yet you asked. It felt rather nice⌠A connection between you both. A familiarity he did not expect but was definitely not unwelcome.
He couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. To his surprise, you actually hear him. He frowns at the short panic this causes (did you not want to hear from him after all?), but thankfully you move on from it quickly enough. You take his laugh as a good sign and decide to acquire his weapon.
When he saw the shooting stars alight the waters below, Jiyan pondered for a second. Surely, there won't be any harm in helping you a bit, right? He reaches down and touches one of the stars, immediately making it light a glowing golden light as it shoots to the sky. He feels your joy before he hears it and with it, his own chest is filled with warmth.
There's a silence that overtakes you when you see the weapon that makes Jiyan worried. Did⌠you not want his weapon after all? But that can't be right, you even asked him for his thoughts. Or did you sense that you received it without effort? Did you realize he helped you get it? Maybe he shouldn't have meddled with your abilities.
Before he can overthink and sink into a spiral of doubt, your screams of joy and the sound of you jumping around in pure happiness fill his ears. Jiyan breathes out in relief, another small smile making its way to his lips. He was worried for nothing. Maybe you were just shocked for a little bit. Did you think he would not help you get it? He knew you would, he just helped you receive it earlier than you would have. He may or may not have simply wished to hear your joyous laughter at the moment.
As you give him Verdant Summit, he tests its weight and familiarity in his hand and perform a couple of swings (maybe he wanted to show it off a bit for you, just a touch). You think it was made for him? Well surely it was, and yet the comment makes him laugh a little more. You've been making him a laugh for a while now.
You enjoy a few more moments with him, battling together. He enjoys them as well, if he was honest, as you spend the time praising him and being in awe. It was rather embarrassing if he was honest, but he appreciated it all the same. Before he knew it, time had flown in an instant. You bid him and the others goodnight before leaving, and he knows you leave with a smile on your lips.
"Uh-huh. Right. I definitely believe you." Rover laughs. "Don't think I didn't see you smile, General Jiyan."
Almost on instinct, Jiyan covers his mouth with a hand, looking away. It barely concealed his embarrassment. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Be careful the others don't catch you helping them too much." Baizhi suddenly speaks from the side. She was so quiet Jiyan almost forgot she was there. The Rover smiles teasingly, before they turn around with a small wave. Baizhi follows soon after with a nod. "Chixia's already complaining that they're showing you too much favoritism."
"I- yes, of course. Thank you for the advice, Baizhi." Jiyan clears his throat.
Was it that obvious? Most likely. Rover and Baizhi may have seen too much considering they've been traveling together for a while now, but if even the others were noticing his closeness to you then he was doing a poor job at hiding it. However, was there really a need to hide it? The others did not try hiding their favor for the warm voice they hear and who guides them. So, there was no need to hide it himself, was there?
He spins his newly obtained sword - an old companion, but he felt like he was seeing it for the first time all over again, with better memories attached to it - and smiles softly. Yes, there was no need to hide how he favored your connection to him. It wouldn't even be a bold claim for him to say he was happy that he had made the decision to come when you called for him.
Jiyan hopes you stay with him for a while longer, if only to see what you see, feel happiness the way you do. He'd like that a lot.
From Mayaree: Said I was gonna write Self Aware Star Rail but I just got too excited. Thank you, WuWa.
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Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and belong to their respective creators. Their portrayal is merely my own interpretation of them and may not be accurate to their intended characterization. I stake no claim to the original works, only to the ideas and plot of the fictitious stories Iâve written them into.
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so i really liked this part in the snack/sorbet episode, and since i've been in a Think About Dunmeshi mood the last couple days, i've been trying to interrogate why this little moment caught my attention (besides the fact it's cute and appealing animation-wise - i especially like the movement of chilchuck pulling his head back up and gesturing with his hand afterwards)
i guess the short answer is it's a nice moment between chilchuck and laios. like, to me, it's an oddly... not vulnerable position, but maybe more open for chilchuck? it's a couple things: the POV shot emphasizes the fact that he has to tilt his head up and back to look at laios because of the height difference, and i know it's been shown (mostly in bonus material i think) that laios tries to be careful about how he interacts with chilchuck because chilchuck doesn't like feeling infantilized for his size (like laios not obviously bending/kneeling down to hug him, as an example). like, chilchuck could've still turned his head while looking up, or even walked backwards to look at laios, but he does this instead.
then there's the fact laios is gently pushing chilchuck forward. it's a small thing, but i know pushing can feel... well, pushy, maybe patronizing or rude in some cases, depending on the context and who's doing it, yknow what i mean? but chilchuck doesn't appear to mind. and this last part is probably mostly a me thing, but i think there's a certain amount of trust being demonstrated here, because chilchuck is 1) letting laios guide him, 2) trusting laios enough to not look where he's going for a second, which 3) idk about you but i find the act of walking forward while looking up mildly disorienting
i get this is probably mostly me looking into things a bit more than i need to! but still, i've always really liked the moments where chilchuck demonstrates that he does see laios as their team leader, and generally trusts laios well enough, even if he might prefer laios behave differently and sometimes decides he needs to be pushed to understand/confront certain things. their relationship dynamic is a particular one, kinda subtle, but there's a degree of respect and trust that i just enjoy seeing!
#banebabbles#do i need to make a lil meta tag for myself.... well#dunmeshi#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dunmeshi meta
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pov: you're katsuki bakugo's crush, & you're dense
pining! bakugo. short lil drabble. just good ol' fluff. no au. gn! reader. ooc! bakugo.
a/n: should i make a longer version of this?
everyone always caught katsuki looking at you, hanging around your general vicinity, or walking the same routes you do. your guys' classmates think it's cute the way he has a noticeable crush on you. they've teased him so much to the point that he doesn't even deny anything anymore.
"bakubro, you're staring at (y/n) again," kirishima would say as he shook the blonde.
"yeah, so? mind your damn business!"
uraraka would giggle, "you two would be the cutest couple!"
"i'm workin' on it! get off my back, woman!"
hell, even aizawa was in on it. he would pair the two of you together in all sorts of projects. he sat the two next to each other so you guys would be desk partners.
he was so transparent with his feelings that everyone knew how he felt about you, so what was stopping him? simple. it was you.
you were stopping him.
he doesn't know how you feel about him. doesn't he make it so painstakingly obvious that, when you simply look at him, his face flushes & his hands begin to spark. don't you notice how he hates people -absolutely despises everyone- yet he's always inching towards you when you're sitting next to him?
you must know how he feels about you, how he's madly obsessed with you.
but you don't. you're stupid, i guess.
when he "accidentally" buys an extra pack of your favorite snack, you figure he's just full. when he compliments your outfit, you just assume that he's into that type of fashion.
at some point, someone can only try so hard until they get desperate.
one time you had cookie crumbs on your cheek, so katsuki cupped your pretty little face in his hand & used him thumb to brush them away.
another time you nearly tripped over your shoelaces, & -without hesitation- katsuki bent down on one knee to tie your shoes.
katsuki doesn't know how much more obvious he can get. he kisses your hands, has his hand around your waist whenever he can, he goes on late night snack runs with you, for crying out loud! he has everyone tell you that he likes you, & your response is always the same: "i don't think so, i think he's just being nice."
what really makes him wanna tear out his hair is when you complain about how single you are. you're always ranting to him about how you're just a hopeless romantic. the entire time you're practically crying to him about how unlovable you are, he's thinking, "an idiot. i am in love with a goddamn idiot."
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gold was the color of the leaves
steddie | rating: t | wc: 1,6k | cw: none | tags: steve pov, silly teenage boys, first kiss, fluff
for @steddie-spooktober day twenty two prompt âleavesâ
read here on ao3
Steve wakes up when a leaf tickles his noseâ or rather, when someone tickles his nose with a leaf. He scrunches it up, swatting the leaf away with his hand.Â
He easily recognizes the snigger that follows so heâs not surprised to open his eyes and find Eddie leaning over him, one elbow propped up on the grass and a devilish grin stretching over his lips. Â
Steve lifts his sunglasses to scowl at him. âAre you like, allergic to people relaxing?â He asks in a bitchy tone that only makes Eddie grin wider.Â
âDeadly so, Stevie,â he says, long dark eyelashes fluttering as the hand thatâs still holding the leaf rests against his forehead like heâs going to faint. âIt was either annoying you or dying, and you donât want me to die, do you?â
âI guess not,â Steve says with a long-suffering sigh, but either the fondness in his voice or the way his lips tick up prove that he doesnât mean it because Eddieâs grin turns blinding, his dimples popping. Steve is glad heâs already lying down or his knees mightâve buckled at the sight and sent him rolling down the small hill theyâre laying on.
âBesides,â Eddie says, tickling Steveâs cheek with the leaf, âyouâre missing out on all the fun.â
âNapping is fun,â Steve points out, swatting Eddieâs hand away again.Â
âYeah, if youâre eighty!â Eddie snorts. âAre you an old man, Stevie?â
âEddie, Iâm younger than you,â Steve deadpans.Â
âMaybe, but I have a young soul, Harringtonââ
Steve smirks. âIf by young you mean immatureââ
Hand to his heart, Eddie gasps indignantly. âHey!â
âDude, you and the kids spent the last hour gathering leaves in piles and jumping on them,â Steve says amusedly. He spent the better part of that hour watching them tackle each other between shrieks of laughter, thankful for his sunglasses and how they let him stare at Eddie as much as he wanted without getting caught.
Eddie shrugs. âHm, you may have a point.â
When he moves, something in Eddieâs hair catches Steveâs eye. A leafâ proof that heâd spent an hour being tackled and rolling on the floor before he decided to annoy him.
Steveâs fingers itch to reach out and pluck that leaf from Eddieâs hair, smooth the curls down, grab a hold of them and drag Eddie downâ
Steve shakes those thoughts out of his head, balling his hands into fists to keep them from reaching out. In the silence that follows, Steve becomes aware of the sudden lack of yells and laughter around them. âWhere are the little shitheads?â
âWheeler sent them to wash their hands so they can have a snack,â Eddie says, pointing at the water fountain where the boys are cleaning up and at Max and El, walking arm in arm towards Nancy and Robin at the picnic table.Â
âNot you?â Steve asks, head falling back against the blanket heâs using to lay on the grass.Â
Eddie shakes his head. âNope, I told her sheâs not the boss of me,â he pauses, âthen ran away before she could hit me with her book.âÂ
Steve snorts out a chuckle.
âBesides, I donât want a snack. I got one right here,â Eddie says with a playful wink that turns Steveâs cheeks bright red.Â
He ignores the heat creeping on his face. âI swear, Munson, if you try to bite me againââ he says, thinking about last week when Eddie said he was hungry and promptly sunk his teeth on Steveâs arm.
It didnât hurt that badâ he was wearing a thick sweater after all. What did hurt was biting his tongue as hard as he could to keep a moan from slipping past his lips from Eddie biting him.
Eddie sniggers. âI wonât bite you, I promise,â he says innocently before he leers at Steve, his face hovering merely inches from Steveâs face. âOnly if you ask.â
Steve grits his teeth together. âShut up,â he quips, shoving Eddie off of him until theyâre both lying on their backs, their sides pressed together.Â
They fall into comfortable silence which Steve breaks with a loud yawn.Â
Eddieâs head lolls to the side, eyebrows furrowing slightly. âTired, sweetheart?â
Steveâs stomach flips at the petname. He shrugs as casually as he can. âA little, I- uh, I didnât sleep well last night.â
âNightmares?â Steve nods. Eddie grimaces apologetically, tugging some hair across his face. âShit, I shouldâve let you keep napping.â
Without giving it much thought, Steve curls his pinkie around Eddieâs. âNo, itâs fine,â he says, waiting for Eddie to meet his gaze. When he does, his eyes are a little wide. Wistfully Steve wishes itâs because of their interlocked pinkies. âI donât wanna miss out on all the fun just because Iâm tired.â
Eddie's eyes sparkle and he props himself up on his elbow again, grinning at Steve. âDoes that mean I can tackle you into a pile of leaves?â
âYou forget I was a jock,â Steve says smugly. âIâd like to see you try.â
Eddie laughs, something between a snort and a giggle. He drops his head in Steveâs chest, making Steveâs heart stutter.Â
From this angle, Steve spots another leaf trapped in the curls in the back of Eddieâs head, and this time he doesnât stop himself from reaching for it.Â
The moment Eddie feels Steveâs fingers in his hair, his head snaps up and Steveâs hand ends up cupping the back of Eddieâs neck.Â
Their faces are closeâ so close that Steve can hear the way Eddieâs breath catches when he realizes the same thing.
âEddieââ Steve starts, not sure if heâs going to apologize for touching his hair without permission or for the way his eyes keep darting down to Eddieâs lips in a way that he knows is fucking obvious.Â
But before he can decide what to say, he hears Eddie make an impatient, needy noise in the back of his throat before he surges forward and presses his lips against Steveâs.Â
He lets out a surprised yelp, thinkingâ holy shit, Eddie is kissing me!
The thought bounces against Steveâs skull like a ping-pong ball as he tries to get his brain working again. But before he can do that long enough to kiss Eddie back, heâs pulling away and out of Steveâs reach. Steveâs hand falls back to his side, empty except for the leaf that he plucked out of Eddieâs hair.Â
âYou uhâ you had this in your hair,â Steve says dumbly, holding up the leaf.Â
Eddieâs eyes dart to the leaf and his expression falls as he realizes that is why Steveâs hand ended up in his hair, not because Steve was making some kind of move.
âShit,â he mutters, his doe-like gaze darting from the leaf to Steveâs mouth. That he just kissed. âShit, fuckâ Iâ shit.â
He scrambles to his feet, and in his haste, ends up stumbling and falling back on his assâ only to roll down the small hill.Â
âEddie!âÂ
Steve jumps to his feet and runs after him, careful not to trip and follow Eddie down the hill the same way.
He makes it to the bottom right after Eddie and his eyes dart over his starfished body, checking for injuries.Â
âChrist, dude. Are you okay?â
Eddie groans, covering his face with his hands. âDid the fall kill me? Please say yes.â
Steve suppresses a snort. âI mean. Itâs barely even a hill, so I donât think thatâs possible. You might end up with a bruise or two though.â
âOh, you mean apart from the bruise to my ego?âÂ
âWhat?â
âYou know,â Eddie gestures between himself and Steve with one hand, âbecause I kissed you and you didnât want me to.âÂ
Steve puts his hands on his hips. âWho says I didnât want you to?â
Eddieâs hands fall from his face, revealing his wide eyes and slack jaw. âYou did?â He asks, voice going high-pitched.
âYeah,â Steve says, a lopsided grin stretching over his lips. He knocks his Nike against Eddieâs leg. âI did, you just took me by surprise, sâall.â
Eddie lets out a tiny, startled, âOh.â
Steve smirks. âYeah so how about you get up so I can check you donât have any cuts or bruises before I kiss you. Properly this time.â
Eddie squeaks and scrambles to his feet with as much grace as when he tumbled down the hill. Steve finds his eagerness fucking endearing.Â
There are even more leaves trapped in Eddieâs curls now, and with an amused shake of his head, Steve plucks them out of his hair before checking for any bruises.Â
Then, as promised, he leans in and kisses Eddie. The second kiss is also short and chaste and over too soon, but itâs good and Steve has to remind himself theyâre in public in order to gather enough willpower to pull back.Â
When he does, his brain is a little hazy and he completely misses the way Eddieâs expression shifts from dopey to mischievous so it catches him by surprise when Eddie tackles him into a pile of leaves, laughing maniacally.Â
âHa! Got ya!â Eddie whoops, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, hovering over Steve who wants nothing more than to kiss the stupid smug smile off his face.Â
But he can hear the kids laughing at him and cheering for Eddie in the distance and thereâs no way he can get away with kissing him even if Eddieâs hair falls like a curtain around them, offering a little cover.
So he grabs a handful of leaves and shoves them into Eddieâs grinning mouth instead.
Heâll save the kiss for later.
#steddie#steddie fic#steddiespooktober#stranger things#stranger things fic#i know i said i've made my final contribution to this event but i started writing this and forgot about it after i didn't finish it on time#but here it is now! better late than never! and i'm done this time enjoy xx#steve harrington#eddie munson#monse writes
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chris sturniolo x singer! reader
warnings: smuttt, fingering, oral (male receiving), no actual p in v
a/n: this is for @annamcdonalds67 âs writing challenge !! hope you enjoy <33
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the crowd went crazy after hearing only the first few chords of the unreleased song that iâd been teasing for weeks.
considering the fact that theyâd never heard the full song, i found it funny how many people genuinely loved the song.
if i told you how much i think about her
youâd think i was in love
i looked out to the sea of people in front of me, growing slightly nervous at the thought of every single one of their attention being on me.
i had definitely performed before, but never in front of a crowd of people this large.
and if you knew how much i looked at her pictures
you would think weâre best friends
my nerves eased a little when i actually looked at the crowd. my eyes bounced from person to person, seeing bright smiles, tears of happiness, and people singing along.
deciding to pretend as though i wasnât singing in front of an insane amount of people, i let myself enjoy the song.
as the words flew past my mouth and into the microphone, i thought about how excited chris was when i first played the song for him.
right before i got to the chorus, i looked over to the VIP section, immediately catching his gaze.
CHRISâS POV
when i caught her gaze, there seemed to be a glint of something in her eyes, but i couldnât pinpoint what it was.
although her face held a sweet smile, i could tell she was about to do something that would have me struggling to contain myself.
iâm starinâ at her like i wanna get hurt
and i remember every detail you have ever told me
so be careful, baby
she began to jump around on stage, her energy and happiness becoming contagious as everyone around her seemed to bask in it.
any nerves that she may have had at the beginning of the song easily washed away as she sang.
iâm so obsessed with your ex
yeah, iâm so obsessed with your ex
her hair bounced on her shoulders as she moved her head to the beat. she looked majestic, the stage lights giving her body a soft glow.
sheâs got those lips, sheâs got those hips
the life of every fucking party
it was almost as those she was singing about herself, her hands running up and down her body, my eyes following them.
the confidence she had was evident in her stage presence, making her seem all the more attractive.
she laid on the ground on her side, running her hands down her body while she danced seductively on the floor.
there was something so enticing about it, she made such a simple action look so alluring.
she made her way through the song, the adrenaline seeming to course through her as she bounced around on the stage.
she showed the love and passion that she had for music through a wide smile, her eyes shut as she soaked every moment in.
the further she got into her set, the hornier i got. i tried to stop myself, but my mind was consumed with the things i could do to her in her dressing room. i just needed ten minutes.
her tight skirt inched up her legs slightly with every jump, causing the curve of her ass cheek to peak out.
her low-cut top gave the perfect view her cleavage, the pendant of her gold necklace hanging just above where her tits met.
at this point, i was so hard that i was genuinely in pain. luckily for me, all eyes were on y/n, i didnât have to worry about anyone noticing my raging hard-on.
âhi everyone!â i heard her speak into the mic, making my head whip up to her direction.
âi hope you guys are enjoying the show so far!â she was met with a roar of applause in response, causing her to let out a light chuckle.
âweâre going to take a brief, ten minute intermission, so go to the bar and grab a drink or snack, and weâll be back soon!â she spoke, giving a light wave before walking off of the stage.
looks like i got my ten minutes.
âgoing to the bathroom!â i yelled out to nick and matt, bringing a hand down to cover my crotch as i sped walked to the backstage area.
i flashed the security guard my backstage pass before rushing to y/nâs dressing room.
i knocked on the door loudly, waiting to hear her answer before opening the door.
âoh, chris!â she spoke as i closed and locked the door behind me.
she rushed over to me, a bright smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
âiâm so fucking proud of you, baby. youâre so good out thereâ i spoke into her neck, pressing slow kisses to her neck.
she tilted her head to the side, letting out a small sigh as her fingers slid up to my hair to pull on the brown strands.
âsuch a good girl for meâ i sighed into her neck, âyou deserve all of the loveâ i spoke against her skin.
i moved my head to her chest, leaving kisses to the exposed skin.
her hand quickly found my crotch, beginning to palm me through my pants. âwant some help with that?â she asked me.
âi- yes, pleaseâ i spoke, my breathing picking up as she sunk onto her knees in front of me.
she pulled my pants and boxers down with one tug, wrapping her hands around my thighs as she licked up the small bit of pre-cum that leaked out of my tip.
she swirled her tongue around it before taking me into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks.
âfuckâ i moaned, my hand finding its way to the back of her head.
i attempted to control myself, refraining from moving my hips.
she momentarily pulled her mouth off of me to say, âcâmon baby, fuck my mouthâ before moving to take me fully into her mouth again.
i did as she said, beginning to buck my hips into her mouth, holding her head steady.
she glanced up at me through her lashes, eyes filling with unshed tears as i pushed myself in and out of her warm mouth.
i stared down at her tits, watching as they bounced harshly from the force of my hips against her body.
when she caught my gaze, she pulled the straps to her top down to expose her boobs to me.
âoh my god, yes. feels so goodâ i groaned out when her nose hit my pubic bone, her head shaking side to side.
there was a sudden knock on the door behind me, catching me by surprise as she continued to suck me off.
â5 minutes until youâre on!â a voice said, leaving as quickly as it came.
i watched as her hand disappeared under her skirt, causing her to begin to moan around me.
i could hear the wet sounds of her fingers inside of her pussy, my head flying back at the thoughts running through my head.
i twitched inside of her mouth, causing her to pull away from me. her mouth remained connected to me by a long string of spit while she began to twist her hand around my length.
â come on chris, you gonna cum for me? all over my tits?â she asked, raising her eyebrows at me.
i was only able to nod my head as my eyes rolled back, thick ropes of my cum flying onto her chest.
she stood up onto her feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she grinned at me.
without another word, i turned us around so that her back was facing the door.
i hooked a hand under one of her knees, lifting it up with one hand, the other finding its way under her dress.
âlet me return the favorâ i spoke as i moved her panties to the side and pushed two fingers into her entrance.
âfuck, chrisâ she squeaked as her mouth hung open, her head falling back into the door.
her tight walls squeezed around my fingers, clamping down onto them.
there was a pounding on the door behind her, making her let out a yelp in surprise.
i covered her mouth with my hand, while she moaned into it, gripping my forearm harshly.
â2 minutes !â the voice yelled through the door.
she pushed her hips down to meet my movements, desperately chasing her orgasm.
i circled my thumb around her clit, enjoying the way she shuddered under my touch.
her head fell forward onto my shoulder, while her fingers threaded through my hair. she tugged on it harshly, eliciting a deep groan from me.
âyou close baby?â i asked as she began to clench around my fingers again.
âyes, please let me cum. iâm so close, chrisâ she moaned out as her face scrunched up in pleasure.
âlet go, princess. make a mess on my fingersâ
she looked so pretty like this, her messy makeup running down her blissed-out face.
her legs began to shake, hips jerking up involuntarily and her back arching off of the door.
she let out one last cry of my name before letting go, coating my fingers in her pleasure.
âhere, letâs get you cleaned upâ i spoke, wiping away the smudged makeup on her cheeks.
i helped her fix herself up, before doing the same for myself.
once we deemed ourselves presentable, i opened the door. i was met with a member of the stage crew, who seemed to be preparing to knock on the door.
he gave us a knowing look before speaking, âyou two couldnât have waited until after the show?â
the two of us glanced at each other, giving the man blank stares.
âyouâ he pointed to y/n, âneed to go get your makeup touched upâ he spoke, waving over her makeup artist.
âand youâ he pointed to me, âneed to go back to your seat. stay away from her until after the show, got it?â he asked as he placed his hands on my shoulders, turning me towards the direction i originally came from.
when i tuned back to look at y/n she was already getting whisked away by her makeup artist.
i made my way back to my seat, meeting my brothersâ gaze. âso, you enjoy your bathroom break?â nick asked, brows raised.
âyeah, it was fineâ i spoke, keeping my eyes forward to avoid his gaze.
âreally? cause you just came from the opposite direction of the bathroomâ matt pointed out.
before i could say anything in response, the crowd broke into a round of loud applause.
i watched y/n walk on stage, lightly smirking at the way her legs lightly shook with each step.
âso subtlety just isnât your thing, huh?â nick asked.
ânever was going for subtlety, just speedâ
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My god Im so curious about Yunho from your Woosan fic đŤ anything for a solo scene with him to see what hes like esp cuz damn
oh god strictly speaking i donât take requests but OOF anon itâs whiway and you caught my brain right in the middle of a perfect Yunho-shaped storm asdjhadshj. so here you go, i whipped this up real quick >:3c
WHICHEVER WAY: A YUNHO BONUS
(set before the main series but doesnât need context. features a different reader character)
pairing: yunho x gn reader
genre: pure smut, strangers who fuck
wc: 2.5k
warnings: bdsm sex party but like a lowkey chill semi-privately hosted one, dom Yunho, sub reader, big dick Yunho obv, explicit consent, blow job, exhibitionism (you suck Yunho off in the middle of a room full of strangers), a lil rough face-fucking & light choking, hand kink, hand on throat, Yunho wears a leather glove, dirty talk, cum swallowing, light hairpulling (@ reader), copious amounts of drool, degradation that sometimes leans into praise, nicknames for reader (âcocksleeveâ, âcockslut, sweetheart), corruption kink if you squint, Yunho pov, mention/cameo of the skz aussie line, also a San cameo and heâs shy :3, implied threesome w/ San at the end
a/n: gender neutral reader, wearing clothes described to have âgenerous amounts of see-through fabricâ but no specific details. reader is called âlittleâ but in a sweetly demeaning way; not a reflection on physical size, and also called âprettyâ. there is a mention that Yunho has larger hands
Yunho always enjoys the parties hosted by Chris. He has a ridiculously large home with plenty of room to accommodate his guests, zero tolerance for unwanted shenanigans â and great snacks at the buffet table.
People tend to underestimate the importance of a good snack during a sex party. Not Yunho.
He scopes out the room while munching on some kkokkalcorn, not in any particular rush to get his hands dirty or his dick wet. Itâs still early; the door has not even been closed yet, but already there is a decent amount of people. Yunho knows some of them, at least by face, but there are some unfamiliar ones too.
Yunho hones in on the unfamiliar faces. He enjoys meeting new people, like that adorably inexperienced dom he met at his last party; nerve-wrecked yet filled with potential â but San is not here. Too bad. Yunho wouldnât mind taking him under his wing again.
But San quickly fades from Yunhoâs mind when a stranger catches his eyes. When you catch his eyes.
He stops reaching for more snacks, absent-mindedly using a tissue to wipe his hands clean while he watches you instead. You took the flexible dresscode and ran with it, wearing a sexy getup with generous amounts of see-through fabric. Covered yet exposed. Intended to provoke⌠but not exuding any particular authority. You want to be noticed, noticed by someone who will act on what they see.
Itâs enough for Yunho to mentally categorise you a sub, or at least a switch. He can never be completely sure from just a look, of course â but Yunho has a solid track record of educated guesses, and youâve put too much effort into your look to be unintentional about what message you telegraph to others. Well, you succeeded in your efforts; Yunho has noticed you, and he is definitely contemplating to act on it.
Your getup almost makes him feel a little under-dressed in comparison. Nice slacks and a flattering pinstripe waistcoat, a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to expose his strong forearms. The look is finished by a nice, bulky watch on his wrist and silver rings adorning his long fingers on one hand, a leather black glove on the other.
(Okay, maybe heâs not that under-dressed. He also wanted to telegraph a message.)
You must feel his eyes on you, glancing Yunhoâs way and unmistakably pleased by his attention. You bite your lip, almost like youâre shy, but then you subtly arch your back a little, pushing your pretty plump ass back. You grin when Yunhoâs eyes follow the movement, then you saunter over to the buffet table with confident steps.
Yunho watches with a slow, amused smile how you ignore him completely, pouring yourself a glass of water instead. Already youâre playing. He doesnât mind that, not at all. He can give a little chase if you want to be pursued.
âHavenât seen you around this scene before. First timer?â he asks. His voice is casual, his burning gaze anything but.
You look at him over the brim of your glass, hiding a coy smile. Your eyes flicker over to Yunhoâs hands, lingering on his leather glove. âSecond, actually,â you answer, though Yunho infers from your tone that while you might be new to parties, you are not inexperienced with this type of play in general.
âShame,â he says with a shrug. âWouldnât have minded showing you around. Give you the grand tour.â
You set down your glass, tilting your head with a playful glint in your eyes. ââŚYou can still show me around, if you like. Wouldnât mind being seen with you.â
The way you tilted your head shows off the column of your neck in a way that has Yunhoâs hands itching. He considers your grin for a long moment, flexing his fingers. You donât waver.
âYeah. I can do that,â Yunho says, something darker creeping into his voice. âSo what are you looking for? Any hard limits?â
âNothing outside what Chris doesnât allow in his house,â you say, not in the least thrown by the directness of Yunhoâs question. You talk through some of your expectations and preferences, and Yunho listens with vested interest as the vast extent of your compatibility rapidly becomes clear.
His pants are already getting a little tight. You notice.
âThen⌠want to play with me?â you grin, biting your lip at him.
âThought youâd never ask.â Yunho extends his ungloved hand to you, and he chuckles at how you almost seem disappointed. âHey. All good things to those that wait,â he teases, beckoning his long fingers, showing off his rings.
âIâm not good at waiting,â you sulk, but take his hand anyway. For all your pouting, Yunho can feel the shudder that runs through you as his warm palm envelops yours, his rings pressing into your skin.
He leads you away from the buffet table (âshenanigans near the snacksâ is among the things Chris does not allow), across the houseâs open floorplan to a semi-secluded lounge area. You wonât be alone there.
Some of your future bystanders look up at the new arrival, though a few are too wrapped up in each other to pay you and Yunho any mind. Soft moans and faint wet squelches make up the background music, punctuated by the occasional muffled cry from a private room nearby.
Everyone else is seated, but Yunho takes you to stand right in the middle of the lounge area.
âNow, let us see what you can do,â he drawls, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. Itâs time to play for real now. âOn your knees, sweetheart.â
As you do just so, Yunho glances about the room again. Everyone not otherwise occupied is watching you intently. Hungry interest; some of pure appreciation, others laced with envy.
Just as you unbutton Yunhoâs slacks and pull them down, inhaling tightly when you fully comprehend what you are dealing with, Yunho catches the eye of a delicate young man with long blond hair. A pair of lips is lavishing his chest with attention and yet he canât look away, canât seem to decide if he wants to fuck you or want to be you, face-to-face with Yunhoâs impressive size.
Yunho grins at the pretty freckled blush on the young manâs face â and then ignores him completely, putting his hand on your head to give you a light push down to his half-hard cock. He sighs in bliss when you press a soft kiss against the tip. A sweetheart you are indeed.
You start off slow, not taking him very deep yet; first a few hungry strokes with the flat of your tongue over the underside of his slowly hardening dick. It creates an easier slide for your hand, but your mouth is focused on sucking his cockhead, teasing at his slit. Yunho takes deep breaths, not wanting to show just how affected he is already.
He idly wonders if this is your usual style, working up to more, or if youâre a little intimidated by his sheer girth and length. He wouldnât mind that â itâs kinda cute, honestly. And it does lead to wonder just how filthy youâll get once the timidity wears offâŚ
Yunho likes the thought of that. Wants to coax it out of you.
âCute,â he taunts with a raspy chuckle, sinking his ungloved hand into your hair. âThe little cockslut is nervous about taking my dick down that tight throat. Never had one that big before, have you?â
You moan around him, glancing up with a pitiful shimmer in your eyes. You take him just a little deeper, whine in frustration at the physical limitation of your mouth, and pitifully shake your head at him.
His cock twitches, and not just from the vibrations of your whines. Usually Yunho believes he doesnât have an ego about his size, just appreciates its utility â but then someone like you comes along and proves him all wrong.
A light movement catches Yunhoâs eye, and he chuckles again. âLook at you, canât even keep your hands to yourself,â he scoffs as you try to relieve some of the pressure between your legs. âNo. No, that wonât do. Cocksleeves donât get to touch themselves until theyâve served their purpose.â
You make a noise, slightly more distressed this time as you stare up at him.
âIâm not good at waiting,â you had said. It sounded bratty to Yunhoâs ears at the time, still does now, but there is not a hint of defiance in your needy eyes, only desperation.
âBut⌠I happen to be in a friendly mood. How about we make a deal,â Yunho offers in compensation. (Fuck, is he soft on you already?) âYou keep your hands where they belongâ â he pats on his thighs â âand I will use mine to reward you after.â
Just to make his point, Yunho goes to lightly wrap his gloved hand around your neck, leather pressing against bare skin, while his other hand tugs at your hair a little harder. He saw you check them out earlier. Yunho knows perfectly well how most people feel about his hands, and you are no different.
You swallow thickly around his cockhead, anticipation shuddering through you. Obediently, you press your palms against Yunhoâs thighs, fingers brushing against his hipbones. Good. Yunho likes his hands too, likes using them. Especially to wrap around a pretty neck like yours.
âThen come on, sweetheart,â he says, tugging at your hair again. âShow me how far you can take my cock without gagging on it.â
Again, you let out a little moan around him, in protest this time.
Yunhoâs eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. âOh? My little cockslut is ready to choke on my dick now?â (You sure changed your tune on that one quick. Yunho is definitely not complaining though. Maybe you really arenât a brat.)
You make an affirmative noise that grows whiny when his gloved fingers tighten ever so slightly. Shit. Heâs gonna have so much fun with you.
âThen relax for me, sweetheart. Letâs see how deep I can fit in that tight throat.â
The answer is, right around three-quarters deep. Itâs a brave effort, honestly; some donât even get that far. And Yunho hardly cares about the neglected part of his cock, not when you are so warm and welcoming and wet around the rest of him, drool leaking down your chin. Your eyes are even tearier than before, swollen lips stretched obscenely around his fat cock.
You gurgle weakly, your eyes fluttering shut as you let him guide you up and down his length. He canât imagine that your jaw isnât aching, but you make no noise of complaint, content to let him take control now itâs clear where your limit lies. Yunho is fine with that, exceptâŚ
âLook at me,â he says, just sharp enough to snap you out of your cockdrunk haze. âLet me see those pretty eyes while Iâm fucking your mouth. A good cocksleeve can do that for me, canât you?â
You blink up at him, your gaze wet and shimmering. There is almost an innocence to it, like itâs your first time sucking dick and you are in the middle of a holy revelation right here on your knees for him. Never wanting to let him out of your mouth again.
Although⌠Judging by the way youâre starting to squirm, rubbing your thighs together, Yunho suspects that last part might just be wishful thinking. He hisses when your nails dig into his hips, like youâre trying to stop yourself from reaching down. Yunho smacks at your hands in warning.
âHey, hey, donât go and ruin things for yourself now,â he sweetly coos, though his grin mocks as he firmly rubs his thumb over the length of your neck. âYou were doing so well, is this your limit? Is this as much as a fragile cockslut like you can take?â
Immediately you whine in protest, trying to shake your head but pinned by Yunhoâs hold on your hair, stuffed too deeply by his dick.
âThatâs it,â Yunho hums in approval. âIâm gonna move a little faster now, alright? Be good and swallow my load, then Iâll give you everything you need.â
You moan eagerly, letting him fuck into you with shallow but rough thrusts. Muffled whimpers and wet gurgles escape past his cock, your chin soaked with saliva that spills down onto his glove. It doesnât take him much longer, not with how good your hot mouth feels enveloping him, and the eyes surrounding you and him still watching how Yunho takes exactly what he wants from you.
He grunts sharply when he hits the back of your throat and you spasm around him with a loud, choked moan â and it takes all his self-control not to buck harder into your willing mouth. He could break you, he knows that. You would gladly let him, he knows that too. Not yet. Not this early in the night.
Instead Yunho pulls back until just his cockhead rests heavy and leaking on your tongue. He strokes his spit-glistening length, just a few quick passes and he groans lowly as hot euphoria bursts through his veins, magnified by the sight of your throat bobbing as he spills inside, swallowing him down.
Yunho pants with harsh breaths as he carefully releases your hair, still semi-hard when your glossy lips are finally released. They stay open in a wide âoâ as you stare up at him in a daze, like he fucked the shape of himself into them.
Your knees are stiff and unsteady as Yunho helps you back on your feet. It endears him, appealing to his softer side again. The sloppy mess on your face and neck, however, appeals to a different side. He sort-of wipes you clean, two tender hands cupping your cheeks, but he doesnât try too hard. He likes the wrecked look too much on you. Wants to see how much further he can take you.
But as Yunho glances up to give his audience one last look, his eyes light up when he finds a familiar face. A face that has clearly been watching them intently for at least a while, cheeks dusted with an adorable blush, a distinct tenting in the pants underneath.
San.
Almost as shy and uncertain as the last time, though he no longer looks like he might bolt at any second â and he looks exactly as eager to please. Yunho is still not wholly convinced that San isnât a switch, despite what he may say himself; but then again, Yunhoâs guesswork has never been an exact art. Doesnât matter right now anyway. A sweet thing like you might be just what San needs to melt that uncertainty away⌠and Yunho finds himself in a sharing mood.
âYou alright, sweetheart?â Yunho murmurs to you, gently brushing his thumb over your bottom lip.
âYeah,â you say, slightly hoarse but with a tired, radiant smile. âIâm really good.â
âThen⌠how does my pretty slut feel about having two cocks tonight?â
Your eyes widen in surprise, but you quickly find the target of Yunhoâs suggestion, whose flush deepens when he realises heâs been noticed. Your breath catches at the sight of San, and Yunho smiles slowly as he draws you towards him. The night has just gotten started, and already itâs far beyond even his sweetest expectations.
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I remember you said youâd be so down if clingy Kimi became a series so hereâs another âclingyâ kimi request.
Kimi antonelli w a short reader. (Sheâs not short sheâs just average size but heâs not convinced).
Heâs picking her up any chance he gets to, heâs kissing her forehead and treating her like a stuffed animal. His behavior is prominent during f2 when Kimi gets a DNF coz something went wrong w the car. When he gets to the garage, he rushes to look for reader and when he finds her heâs picking her up and making a beeline to drivers room for a cuddle and reassurance.
"Average" (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Short-ish! Reader)
Clingy Antonelli Universe (can be read as a stand-alone)
Fandom: RPF/F2/F3
Requested: Clearly (I didn't make being short a plot, but it's there lol)
Warnings:Â None
POV: Second Person (You/your)
W.C. 1053
Summary: Kimi needed some reassurance after that race (and you're never leaving his side).
As always, my requests are OPEN
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Immediately after the race, it was like you could not get a second to yourself. It was normal to you, but for some reason, this race brought out a whole different level of cling out of Kimi.Â
This DNF was not something he needed when he was in the title fight. However, it was only the sprint race! He would be starting on the front row for the feature race. Still, it was not fun to have to retire when your breaks start smoking in any situation.
You knew as soon as you saw that Kimiâs car was smoking that you were not going to have any personal space for the foreseeable future. It was not something that happened a lot, but when it did, you had no objections.Â
He made his way out of the car after parking up in the garage, so the mechanics could get started on it and hopefully, fix the brakes before the feature race. Immediately after his helmet and balaclava were off, he was searching for you. You were not standing in your normal spot in the back of the garage, so he had to do a little bit of searching.
It did not take too long as he found you standing with Toto and Susie at the pit wall. He walked straight up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he listened to a couple of his team talk about the plan for tomorrow. Eventually, you could feel him getting restless just standing there, listening to all of the things that went wrong and what he would need to be aware of tomorrow. You subtly gave a look to Antoine, and he immediately caught on, letting you two go. Thatâs when Kimi turned his attention to Toto and Susie.Â
âIâll do better tomorrow, I swear,â Kimi sighed as he looked at them and fidgeted with his (and your) hands.Â
âThatâs not necessary, Kimi,â Toto said immediately, âItâs not your fault. Itâll be fixed for tomorrow, and weâll get to see your real potential then.â
âThank you,â He smiled as he turned to you. âI think nowâs a good time to head out, right?â
You nodded, knowing what was next. He placed his arms on the back of your thighs, and he prompted you to jump into his arms. The team was used to it at this point, having been witnesses to this earlier in the season, but you had long since cared about their thoughts of it. You would do anything to make Kimi feel better, and if being as close to you as physically possible made that happen, you would not stand in his way.
He carried you back to his driverâs room. It was a ritual at this point. He would retire the car, pick you up, and then you two would hide away in his driverâs room and watch a show or movie until the race was over.Â
He set you down on the couch before going off to take a shower and change while you took out your laptop. It was always the same movie that cheered him up, so you queued it up while you moved to grab a water and snack.
Of course, Kimi. being the taller mf he is, put all of your favorite snacks on the top shelf. And sure, you could get a chair and grab them yourself, but you heard the shower turn off. It would take longer to find a chair, grab the food, get down, and put the chair away than it would to just wait for Kimi to grab them for you.
It did not take long for him to come out of the bathroom, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He was also holding a Prema hoodie, but you knew he would give it to you. You just stood by the shelves of snacks, pouting and waiting for Kimi to notice you. He set the hoodie on the couch before he saw where you were standing.
âAre you too short to reach?â He chuckled lightly as he slowly walked over to you, easily grabbing the snacks from over your head.
âIâm not short,â You groaned as you wrapped your arms around his waist as he grabbed the snacks. âIâm average. Youâre just tall.â
âPff, âaverageâ,â he tsked as he shook his head, âWhatever helps you get by.â He then turned to wrapping one arm under your arms to lift you up and carry you to the couch. He set you down, helping put the hoodie over your head. Then, he went to grab all of the snacks to put them on the coffee table. Kimi laid down behind you and pulled you down to lay on his chest. âIs this okay?â
âIf it makes you feel better, itâs perfect,â You whispered as you placed a small kiss on his jaw before resting your head on his chest and carding your fingers through his hair. âYou know tomorrow will be better right?â
âYeah,â He sighed as he fidgeted with the hem of your (his) hoodie. âIt just sucks when the head of your future team is watching you retire the car and there is nothing you can do about it.â
âYou may not be able to do anything about it now, but what you told the team will help them solve the problem for the feature. Youâre on the front row tomorrow, and everyone knows that P2 has the best line into turn 1. Itâs better the car retired for the sprint race.â
âYouâre right, when are you not?â He laughed as he planted a kiss on your forehead before leaning forward to press play on the movie. âSeems like you always know what to say in these kinds of things.â
âI just know you, and what makes you feel better,â You chuckled with him. âPlus, deep down, you know that it wasnât your fault. And you know that tomorrow will be better. Iâll be there for your prerace ritual, so no bad luck for the feature race.â
âYouâre not leaving my side ever again,â He teased as he held you tighter against his body. âAt least, during a race weekend. Iâll carry you around if I have to.â
âYou already do, so it wouldnât be any different.â
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Love Languages. | Bungou Stray Dogs
inc: dazai, chuuya, akutagawa, tecchou, jouno
written in 2nd pov (female reader implied)
song recc: do you love by trish toledo & baby bash
word count: 2324 words
pretty sure everything is written in lowercase except for names if they didn't look ugly capitalized bc aesthetics !!! had tons of fun writing this I apologize, this is barely proofread and for literally every character I got too caught up in specific examples and scenarios and just kept building off of it but I think they're kind of sweet so I hope u enjoy <3
dazai osamu - acts of service
âshe peels an orange for us in the morning / she woke me up to give me halfâ golden girl - frank ocean
heâs terrible at taking care of himself, so someone who takes the time to care for him just makes every wall crumble
heâs probably horrible at remembering to eat as well, so if you make something for him heâll treasure it forever
bonus points if your job requires you to wake up earlier than him (which isnât hard, he def comes in a little later than his coworkers) and you leave something for him to eat when he wakes up or to take with him to work (or both <3)
heâll start to look forward to waking up in the mornings in hope that youâve made him something
never asks you if youâll make something in specific or if youâll even make him something at all. he adores anything you make and doesnât want to make you feel obliged to do something if you happen to be tired and donât want to cook tomorrow
voices all his appreciation for you when you both have laid down to go to sleep
âbella, I canât tell you how much it means to me, all that you do. you really donât have to make me anything if itâs a hassle in the morning or when you get home. you already work so hard.â
you turned onto your other side to face him, pushing a stray lock of hair behind his ear as you smiled, âI do it because I want to, âSamu. and because I love you. if I canât spend the day with you because weâre both at work, at least I can take care of you.â
his chest buzzed with so much happiness his eyes stung for a moment. he held himself back from saying that he didnât deserve you. saying something like that wouldnât solve anything. instead, heâd make himself worthy of you by helping out as well
he probably canât cook very well but he finds other ways to help, washing the dishes, doing the laundry, getting groceries, and cleaning the place so that thereâs less on your plate
ask him to do anything and heâll get it done for you as soon as possible <3
I think that for him, receiving such sweet love without any words is foreign to him but is just what he needs. heâd rather show how much he loves you than say it (although he loves to tell you it as well). getting out of bed could be so difficult for him some days, yet having a goal for himself has motivated him to become a better person. he wakes up, excited for what you may have made him and ready to do whatever he can for you
nakahara chuuya - gift giving
âthey asked, âdo you love her to death?â I said, âspeak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.ââ - mahmoud darwish
itâs easier for him to express how much you mean to him by giving you everything you want and everything he thinks you would like
he still tells you that he loves you every chance he gets, but oftentimes it is accompanied by a gift, no matter how small it may be, from just a single rose to a whole garden
for him, it gives a new purpose in his work; heâs working in order to get you whatever your pretty heart desires
heâs proud to use his hard-earned money to buy you things (rather than spending it all on wine <3 ily chuuya)
the easiest thing he can always get you is a favorite snack or drink and heâs got a whole system for it
he knows every store itâs available at and many of the clerks are familiar with him from the sheer amount of times heâs visited them to buy something for you. it never grows old for him, his favorite thing to do is buy you something on his way home from work or during the day when heâs planning to surprise you with a visit
he keeps a mental list of what your favorite things are. youâll tell him about something you like without thinking anything of it but heâs already planned out when and how to give the item to you. itâs always on his mind what heâll buy you each day, and itâs always worth it seeing you enjoy whatever heâs bought you
sometimes itâs as simple as a coffee and heâll drop by your work to give it to you in person
âhanging in there, Angel? need a little pick-me-up?â he has the biggest smile on his face every time he sees you, and bringing a gift for you with him only adds to his excitement
âyou spoil me, Chuuya,â you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning further into him as he holds you in his arms.
âwhat kind of boyfriend would I be if I didnât?â he responds, rubbing your back as you sigh.
receiving gifts from you is just as sweet. no one has ever given him as many gifts as heâs given othersâwhich is fine with himâitâs not about what heâll get in return and he knows that not everyone expresses their love the way he does
but heâs touched whenever you get him something. since giving gifts is so meaningful to him, it means even more that someone would go through the trouble to give something back to him
heâll keep whatever you get him close to him at all times and smile every time he sees it or remembers it
once, you bought him a new chain for his hat and he hasnât changed it since. it only made the hat more special to him now that it reflects two people that had changed his life
akutagawa ryunosuke - words of affirmation
âmy love, you are worth it all.â
we all know how the boy responded to dazaiâs praise or even simply just the words âdazai wants to talk to youâ
to hear a person who has persisted through his stubborn, aggressive defense say they still love him causes him to start to soften for you
heâs been surrounded by harsh words and people who have exploited him and brushed him to the side whenever he wasnât needed all his life, so it stirs his heart to hear someone notice things about him and who tells him that they want to stay with him
itâs something reserved for solitary moments just between the two of you for sure, but that makes the time all the more special because he can let down his guard and just be with you
his past has made it hard for him to believe he is worthy of anything other than the murderous skills heâs harnessed in order to get him to where he is in the Mafia, but youâve shown him that thereâs more to him than just how well he can use Rashomon
he never bothers to try and listen to what other people are saying but he always gives his full attention to anything you have to say
he doesnât even like to hear compliments from anyone else, he doesnât trust them at all but he trusts and believes anything you tell him, knowing you have the purest intentions of loving and supporting him
after a job, all he wants to do is go home. by the end of the day, heâs sick of everyone around him so on the rare occasion that you decide to visit him, he wonât even notice until you call out to him
he had just finished a job, it was successful, but it had gotten messy. Mori had already told him off and he didnât want to hear anything from anyone else. he stormed past every piece of vermin that had decided to get in his way, their whispers just barely reaching his ears
âRyu!â you called out from amongst them, waiting by a door.
âWhat?â he hadnât meant to snap, especially when he realized it was you talking to him and his face immediately relaxed when he saw you.
âoh, [y/n].â he immediately started to make his way towards you, the pounding in his head slowly starting to disappear the closer
âI came to pick you up, Iâm glad I had good timing,â you smiled, offering your hand.
he took it gently, giving it a soft squeeze, âIâm sorry I responded so rudely, I didnâtââ
âyouâre okay, Ryu,â you placed your other hand on top of it, looking him straight in the eyes, keeping a loving smile on your face, âyou donât ever have to be sorry. youâre doing just fine. even better, actually. Iâm so proud of all your work and Iâm sure youâre tired after everything today. it looked busy.â
the words erased every memory of Moriâs scolding that his head had latched on to in order to beat himself down later on. he felt his cheeks warm a little as he looked away, âyouâre too kind to me, [y/n].â
tries his best to also put into words his appreciation but itâs so hard for him to verbally say it; sometimes it comes out wrong
instead, heâs opted for notes most of the time, leaving them on your bedside or in your bag, telling you how thankful he is for you and that he loves you
suehiro tecchou - quality time
âon the train we swapped seats, you wanted the window and I wanted to look at you.â - mahmoud darwish
my boy is always so busy
as soon as heâs off work he just wants to be wherever youâre at
heâd doesnât mind silence and doesnât care where he is as long as heâs with you
sometimes gets off work and if youâre not home yet just sneaks into your workplace to be around you
adores following you around and doesnât always know exactly what youâre doing but heâs just happy to tag along
grocery store dates are some of his favorite moments with you
he loves everything about convenience stores
he loves food and the endless aisles of colorful packages and choices
(it gives him ideas for new food combinations <3)
once bought a himalayan salt shaker simply because
âlook [y/n]! they make pink salt :0â
later put said pink salt on top of strawberry ice cream bc they were both pink
he also loves getting to look around the store all the while following you. he admires your organized grocery lists and how youâve already planned out what youâre going to buy
once you tried to send him out to grab something in an area youâd already passed so that you could continue going down the list
âcan you go grab some carrots for me, love? sorry, I forgot to pick them up when we were in the produce section.â
âof course đâ his heart is shattering inside of him at the thought of being separated from you.
âdo you want to stay with me and weâll go back later?â you ask, looking up at him with a knowing smile.
âyes plsâ
groceries stores are not the only place you guys go tho i promise
if youâre still in school, heâll accompany you on study datesÂ
never bothers you under any circumstances and if he is and you tell him heâll stop right away
he could spend all day looking at your pretty face even if you never once looked at him <3
jouno saigiku - physical touch
âyou kiss the back of my legs and I want to cry / the sun has come this close, only the sunâ âGPSâ - Shauan Barbosa
although he canât see you, he knows your body by heart <3
heâs spent so much time tracing it over and over with his hands
i think his favorite thing to do, especially after a long day at work is flop onto you and just listen to your heartbeat. probably also intertwines one of his hands with yours, often runs other across your skin
loves when you touch him just as much
if heâs lying on top of you and you decide to run a hand through his hair, all of his problems have just melted away
you both have definitely fallen asleep like that countless times no matter what time of day it is
heâs always finding ways to be in close contact with you, making sure that youâre safe and near him
again, he loves loves loves to hold your hand, heâll reach for it any chance he gets
will also settle for an arm around your shoulder though as long as youâre close to him
definitely the type to also rest his head on top of yours or on your shoulder every chance he gets
if he needs to fidget he wonât even play with his own fingers heâll just play with yours
i think that with the loss of one sense, the other senses hold so much meaning for him
itâs easier and more meaningful for him to show his love and how much he trusts you through touch rather than just saying it out loud
comes up from behind you to hug you a lot, especially in the kitchen or when youâve just come home heâs there immediately, hugging you to recharge
âhow was your day, my love?â
you always relax in his arms, turning your head slightly to kiss his face which heâs let rest on your shoulder, âit was missing you.â
he placed a chaste kiss on your lips, âiâll make it all up to you now, darling.â
there was one time that he let you do his hair
heâs never told you how much he enjoyed it; he didnât even know what you had done to it, but being near your warmth is all he needs and can ask for <3
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POV : Youâre Marshall Mathersâs girlfriend and he worships you
Authorâs Note : Hi guys â¨. I feel like itâs been a while since I last published something on here. Enjoy this little blurb I wrote. Itâs kind of random but I think itâs kind of cute still đ.
Marshall Mathers doesnât really enjoy being treated like a king wherever he goes. He knows people give him special treatment out of respect, because he is a huge fucking superstar, but he doesnât really care for it. Heâs just a normal dude at heart, you know ? He likes it when things are kept simple. Heâs not a huge fan of the deference, of people practically bowing and curtsying to him because he is Eminem. Itâs weird.
But when it comes to you ? People better treat you like the absolute monarch that you are. This man will not accept anything less for the woman he loves. You are his sun. His days start and end with you. You are a deity he worships day and night and people better put some respect on his ladyâs name.
He is not giving you the princess treatment. No. This would be good enough for any peasant. If he could, this man would build altars and monuments for you. You are his religion. Your birthday and the anniversary of your first date are holidays he refuse to work on. Doesnât matter if heâs offered hundreds of thousands of dollars for a ten minutes performance, he simply refuses to be away from you on those days. And if you so much as utter an ÂŤÂ I need you , this man will drop absolutely everything. Heâs done it in the past and he absolutely has no regrets about flying for five hours on a day off from tour to be able to surprise you at work after you mentioned it was ÂŤÂ so hard being away  from him. He is usually mindful about climate change but for you, this man will turn into Taylor ÂŤÂ taking my jet for a ten minutes flight  Swift. He literally doesnât care about the world burning as long as there is a smile on your face. Marshall is not a big spender but for you, he doesnât care about numbers. His goddess deserves the very best and, thank God for that merch money, he is able to give it to you. Heâs not a diva but he demands the very best for you. He couldnât care less about the water brought to him in his dressing room before a performance. But he makes sure itâs your favorite brand. Same for snacks. If he has to fly someone to another country to get something for you, he absolutely will. In his mind, itâs the least he can do for the woman who blesses him with her presence. He is almost offended when someone fails to greet you properly and he absolutely is when someone straight up disrespects you. If he could, he would fight duels in your honor. Somehow, you managed to turn this stoic individual in the utmost gentleman. When heâs by your side, you will never be caught walking on the wrong side of the pavement, having to hold your own bags. Heâd rather die than have that. But youâll never be caught. Because he protects you like youâre the most precious treasure there is. Heâs never caught in your presence, because he doesnât want to have you plagued by the media and harassed by fans and, yet, he manages to show you off. In private, he doesnât even try to hide the fact that heâs head over heels with you. Your name is on his lips constantly, and the way he talks about you shows just how devoted he is. At first, people close to him got a little worried. Who were you ? What were your intentions ? It seemed like you were out of nowhere. Walked into Marshallâs life one day and, from then on, he was addicted. They had every reason to be suspicious. And then, they met you. And they understood. They got to witness the genuineness of your interactions, how your eyes mirrored Marshallâs devotion, the way he leaned into your touch so naturally and just how you seemed to heal the parts of him that had been left raw. For the first time in forever, they saw him at peace. Not merely content. Happy. They expected to hate you, because what kind of high maintenance brat has the most stoic man they ever knew act like a puppy ? Only, they couldnât. It wasnât quite clear how things worked out between you and Marshall and, in hindsight, it was none of their business. But they couldnât hate you when it was clear as day that ÂŤÂ Em  as most call him, had finally found a safe space. So you won them over as well, and they gave you the princess treatment.
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â mon cĹur sâouvre Ă ta voix
SUMMARY : aka. part II of mattel. finally, in the privacy of your home, you find the willpower to make the afternoon all about dean (as youâd originally hoped) when he tries to distract you from your plans.Â
PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : none
WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), 0.5 mL of angst, pure filth mostly, fluffy as well tho, edging, switches all around, body appreciation as subtext lmao, fingering, overstimulation, unprotected piv (Iâm scared of germs, you should be too), rough sex, biting, scratching?, oral (m. receiving), begging, squirting, idk hot and sweaty and wet sex honestly cause why the heck not?!Â
WORD COUNT : 5.0k
A/N : the title is from a muse song. this fills the biting square for my @jacklesversebingo card. Inspired by Bullet for My Valentineâs Scream Aim Fire album. Also by the reel on instagram for âridingâ tips đ¤Ł
DEANâS POVÂ
When you playfully made your way into the house, he allowed his previous insecurity to grip his heart so it clenched while his stomach sank unpleasantly.Â
You seemed far too happy, excited even, for him to be ruining your mood.Â
But all he could think of was this morning when he was rushing you to get dressed. When he got to the wardrobe, he froze as his mind instantly scanned through the shirts he knew you both had inside, either folded nearly in stacks or hanging on the sturdy metal bar inside.Â
Truth was, part of him felt guilty and his stomach sank every time he saw some old shirts of his youâd stolen years back. He typically found it hot when you wore them, but sometimes the way they fit on you made him feel self conscious about his weight. Especially when he could tell when you wore his newer clothes because of how much bigger it fit on your body.Â
Youâve never made any comments about his body or his weight or the amount of food he eats or the lack of activity he engages in now. But he knows. Sam teases him about it, he laughs wryly, but Sam doesnât seem to notice that those comments make him uncomfortable. Sure, back then it didnât matter what Sam said about the food he ate because he didnât notice the change in his body. He was constantly hunting or going hungry for large periods of time when they were stuck far away from society and only relied on snacks to stave off their hungerâŚ
He decided to slip on last nightâs clothes, hoping to hide his body from himself, from you, from his brother. From anyone who knew him when he was fit and toned and hard⌠God⌠he shouldâve listened when those chicks told him he had a âdad-bodâ.
He had no idea why he couldnât stop spiralling now.Â
When he got to the entrance of the house, he shut the door behind him and locked it, taking a deep breath as his dick began to soften due to his sour mood. He found your ankle boots next to the entrance and quickly discarded his own shoes and placed them next to yours.
His mind went back to anything that would indicate that you had noticed or even hated his body. Even though he had nothing negative to think back to, he felt awful. Suddenly, he could feel every inch of extra skin and he squirmed uncomfortably.Â
He saw your discarded dress in the hallway and he found that he couldnât help smiling.
He could spend all his life wondering why or how you still found him attractive, but that would be a shameful amount of time wasted. You were so beautiful and you were right here ready for him, loving him in more ways and more intensely than he thought he deserved.Â
So he decided to just appreciate that you liked, no, loved him at all and quickly washed his hands with soap in the bathroom before entering your shared bedroom where you were laying like a model on the bed.Â
Your face was turned to the window, to the drawn curtains and the sunlight that glided over your smooth skin. Your arm was raised above your head, in the pillows, and your body was covered in the red lingerie set that had caught his attention at the sex shop. To see it on your body was driving him insane.Â
He noticed the shaky expansion and deflation of your ribcage with each breath you took. Your knees were bent, feet flat on the bed, thighs pressed together tightly, and then you turned to face him. Your lashes fluttered and you smiled when you saw him standing there, dumbstruck and in awe.
You spoke his name like a siren and he moved to get closer to you, the tension your sensuality began filling the room aroused him. His heart was pounding excitedly in his chest, and while some of the blood flooded up to his face the way it always did, most of it ran down south. And your voice did nothing but intensify how horny and desperate he was starting to feel all over again.
He stood at the foot of the bed and smirked down at you and you parted your thighs just to watch him curiously from between your legs with your brow raised expectantly.
He lifted only one knee onto the bed and reached for your hip to drag you all the way down. Your laughter filled him with delight, but when he slid his hand down your side to get a good look at you with your hair haloed around your head on the sheets, your seductive gaze seized him and his heart nearly stopped from how fast it was beating. You bit your lip in anticipation and reached for his shirt, quietly urging him to remove it.
âPlease,â you murmured. He pulled the t-shirt over his head and threw it to the side. Hoping to be ignored, he leaned over you, his warm breath fanned over your neck and he relished the quiet gasp you released before he even pressed his lips softly to your pulse.
Your hands instantly threaded through his hair and he let you guide him off your skin, where he could feel the heavy thud of your heartbeat. You whispered his name against his lips like a prayer and he closed the distance between the two of you like a merciful god responding to your silent plea with tenderness.Â
You were quick to bite his lips when he refused to give you anything more than an innocent kiss. He smirked against your mouth, inhaling sharply at your enthusiasm. Your tongue pushed past the playfully-stubborn lock of his lips and the sound you made once you tasted him made his cock twitch inside his sweat pants.
You became more impatient, he could barely catch up with you. His mind was dazed from your kiss alone, but your hands made a mess in his hair, tugging with desperation, eliciting deep moans from him. Your hips rolled upwards, your hands released their tight grip on his hair so you could dig your fingernails into his bare shoulders, needingâmore than anythingâto find friction. He groaned into your mouth and moved away panting, his lips swollen and tingling from your greedy mouth.
He took your hands far gentler than youâd handled him and pinned them above your head, his hand easily locked around your wrists and you bit your lip. You leered up at him when he placed himself closer between your legs.
âIs there something you need, sweetheart?â He teased, placing his hand flat on your stomach, nearly covering the entirety of the surface.
âDean,â you whined, laughing breathily, âdonât do this.â He frowned dramatically at your refusalâplayfulness guiding his actionsâand tested your resolve by pressing his thumb against your clit over the wet lace of your new underwear. Your instant gasp at the softest touch thrilled him.
âAlready so wet for me,â he murmured, a furious heat rushing up his face.
âYeah, you didnât feel that in the car?âÂ
He leaned over you again, nipped at your breast above the cup of your lace bra in retaliation, and slowly began to pull your underwear down your legs. He felt your hands twist in his grasp when he brought his lips around your nipple over the scratchy lace, you squirmed beneath him, impatiently attempting to kick your underwear off with his help.
âNeed you so bad,â you whispered without being prompted to say anything. He smiled against your chest and threw your underwear away from your body with a snap of his wrist.Â
âOh, baby, I know,â he whispered empathetically, his eyes deeply gazing into yours as he slid his hand up the front of your body to pull down the cups of your bra so your breasts spilled out.Â
He knew you saw that he wasnât going to give you what you wanted instantly. Your knees pressed into his sides, your back arched when he breathed against your hardened nipple, and you struggled against his grip on your hands. You never asked him to stop, you only begged for more, so he wrapped his lips around your nipple and played with the other until you were moaning wantonly and begging shamelessly for him to fuck you.
âPlease, tell me⌠youâll let me cum,â you gasped, watching him intently as he detached his puffy lips from your now-slick and sensitive nipples.Â
âOf course,â he murmured and pushed a finger inside you. You gasped, his lips touched yours, and he began curling his finger inside you, relishing in the feeling of it slipping into you without resistance.
He could feel the spread of your legs, the impatient wiggle of your hips, the pulse of your core around his fingers whenever he brushed over your g-spot. His cock ached as you panted and murmured his name in a quiet plea, your breathlessness made his stomach clench and he was enthralled by the sight of you, flushed and needyâall for him.Â
He released your wrists to palm himself over his sweatpants, groaning and grateful that there was nothing underneath stopping him from feeling some pleasure as he admired you. He just couldnât help himself with your shameless responsiveness. Your hands flew to his wrist and he looked down to watch your frantic grip near where his glistening finger was emerging from your warmth. You were something else entirely today. He closed his eyes momentarily, revelling in the image of you that remained behind his lids as he rubbed at his cock, and added a second finger inside you to scissor you open carefully when his eyes fluttered open once more.
He regarded you as you panted, your lips parted and your eyes closed. He bit his lip, parted your folds and flicked your slippery clit with his thumb watching your body arch and your hips buck.Â
"That's it, youâre such a good girl," he praised, his voice husky.
His eyes flickered up to your face, but you were already watching him with your brows drawn together in concentration and your lips parted to release every tender moan that he pulled out of you. His heart lurched at your flushed state and you bit your lip hard, struggling to catch your breath. Your wide eyes swallowed him whole and then they fluttered shut for a moment; he knew what was coming.
Your walls spasmed around his fingers and your body shook when your orgasm finally vibrated through you. âDean⌠fuck-fuck-fuck⌠fuck,â you implored, somehow becoming more wet around his fingers. Your hands moved up to his forearm, your fingertips traced the way his muscles flexed as he brushed against your g-spot repetitively, and you shuddered as you kept his unmoving fingers inside you after the most intense part of your orgasm passed.
âFuck⌠so needy today,â he said with hushed astonishment. He looked between your legs with a lewd curiosity to watch your pussy flutter around his fingers. He chewed on his lip and experimentally continued to slowly rub at your clit until it became too much for you. Your pussy clamped down tightly around him and you started to guide his wrist away from you so his fingers slipped out, too.
While you caught your breath, he played with your sticky release and sucked his two fingers clean of the drying slick. Your tired eyes landed on him and you still smiled, maybe he could call your huff a laugh with the way your shoulders shook.Â
âDo you want me to fuck you, too, now?â He uttered quietly, mostly to tease you. Still, as he waited for you to answer, he pulled down his grey sweats and stepped out of them swiftly. He moved back between your legs before he could miss a single second of your blissful glow and waited with a patient smile as you ogled him as shamelessly as he was doing to you.
"Please, Dean," you moaned, arms thrown up with your hair to grab the sheets hard. He smirked at you and you lifted your hips invitingly, causing his cock to twitch against your thigh. He cussed impatiently as he grabbed your hip over the red garter belt and teased your swollen clit with his cock, mostly enjoying the way your slick felt along the length of him. âPlease⌠fuck me already. I need it, Dean,â you whimpered impatiently, pressing your ankles against the back of his thighs so he could give you what you wanted.
He considered continuing the torture, but decided against it, pleased by the desperation contorting your beautiful features the longer he played with you.Â
"Okay,â he hummed and slammed his cock into you, his fingers digging into your hips on both sides now. Your gasp made his head light, his cock throbbed inside you, and he pulled out slowly to feel every inch of you before shoving himself back in with a satisfied groan. Your pussy pulsed to adjust to him, but you were still slick inside from your orgasm, and every thrust felt deliciously smooth.Â
He watched you grip the sheets in tighter fists to brace yourself against the ruthless snap of his hips. His eyes trailed down, noticing the faster rise and fall of your chest as your lascivious eyes drifted lower, slowly moving down his chest and his stomach, and finally down to where his cock was ramming inside of you. His fingers pressed deeper into your hips, moulding your flesh like clay, struggling to keep his orgasm at bay.
He brought one of his hands away from your hip, reaching over to your sensitive clit, and stroked around it lazilyâhoping to bring you to the edge of your second orgasm. When your body spasmed and you whimpered a plea, he knew he could get you there again.Â
âPlease,â you gasped, pulling hard at the sheets.
âAnything for you," he promised breathily, continuing to fuck into you as he circled your clit faster. Each snap of his hips made you moan, and you squirmed restlesslyâsensitive and overstimulated from his touch, but somehow needing more.Â
He leaned over you to kiss you deeply and you gripped his arms instinctively after releasing the sheets as he caged you in with his arms and swallowed your sounds with his fierce kiss. Your nails dug into the taut flesh of his arms and his stomach flipped at your desperate attempts to restrain yourself. He smirked against your mouth, his thrusts became slow and shallow. You kissed him back firmly, breathing unevenly against his lips when he parted to breathe, meeting his thrusts as best as you could, uselessly trying to gain control.
He buried his face near the crook of your neck, breathing heavily and moaning softly in your ear. He groaned your name at the instantaneous clench of your walls at his closeness. You sighed his name, hands flexing on his arm before your nails bit back down on his flesh again, sending electric pleasure through his body. Dean bit down hard on your shoulder, muffling his heated groans against your soft flesh. You moaned in surprise and your pussy squeezed around his cock again.Â
"Gonna come again, sweetheart?" He teased, licking at the bite mark and began rubbing relentlessly at your clit. He heard the hitch in your breath and moved his mouth further over your shoulder to bite down on you again.Â
He loved your reaction to it.
âWait!â You begged suddenly, comicallyâas if youâd just remembered you left the stove on. Your hand locked around his wrist to stop him from stimulating your clit. Your legs came loose from his waist. Sudden concern possessed him to pull out of your wet heat with a whimper that made him turn scarlet red, but a warning tingle flared up his spine at the loss of your bodyâs heat.Â
He felt deceived by the grin on your face, but you began to climb up the bed with a devious glint in your eyes that made him grin as playfully as you were.Â
"Sweetheart, please, let me fuck you," he laughed breathily, crawling up the bed after you. You chuckled and threw the pillows out of the way.
"Whoâs needy now?" you taunted, grabbing his shoulders to make him take your spot on the bed before he could settle between your legs again.Â
He lifted a brow, unaware of your intentions, and huffed indifferentlyâdefiant, but he still obeyed and sat against the headboard. You circled your arms around his neck after climbing into his lap to give him a kiss while his hands played thoughtlessly with the lace of the garter belt on your hips.Â
You weaved your fingers through his hair, sending shivers along his body, and tugged gently at the strands in your grasp to part from his mouth. He bit his lip, watching you through heavy eyes clouded with lust. Your playful smile made him smile reflexively, and then you disappeared to mouth kisses along his jawline and neck. His eyes fluttered shut and his head leaned backâgently hitting the wallâgiving you more flushed skin to kiss. He moaned quietly as you licked and kissed at the vein carrying his pulse and your hips rolled forward instinctively at the sound.
Your mouth moved lower down his chest with hot and wet kisses that made his skin tingle with fervour to feel you closer. Your weight shifting off his lap made his eyes open slowly, and was greeted with the pretence of your innocent gaze before you wrapped your hand around the base of his dick. His heart skipped a beat, his cock jerked in your grasp, waiting in anticipation before you squeezed and slowly slid your hand up from the base to the tip. Your eyes flickered down just as a drop of precum leaked out of the tip.
Your satisfied hum flustered him, but he was used to it. Used to the way you licked your kiss-swollen lips at the mere sight of his leaking dick when you got your hands on him, readying him for your mouth or your pussy. To him it felt more like you wanted him at your mercy, throbbing red and hot before you finally gave him the mercy of pleasure and release.
âShit,â he hissed, watching you pump his cock once, twice, and a third time, using every drop of his precum to languidly slide your hand along his length. âPlease.â His hips rose from the bed and your response was a gentle laugh that made heat flare up his face. The pace of your hand remained infuriatingly slow and your tight grip drew thick droplets of precum so he almost felt as wet as you were.Â
You had him just like you wanted, throbbing and red from your teasing hands, brushing the pads of your fingers to massage every sensitive area you could find on his dick. After uselessly begging for you to go faster, after pleading for release, you kissed your way down his soft stomach. He held his breath, watching intently as your mouth drew nearer to his cock.Â
He squirmed when you breathed against him, your lips curved to a smirk, but his mouth was open, panting heavily and waiting hopelessly for the touch of your lips against his length.Â
âHot,â you whispered against his dick, and slowly, delicately licked the leaking tip with your hand wrapped loosely at the base. He sighed breathily and grunted shortly after you swirled your tongue around the tip to swipe away precum. Before he could form the words in his mind, your whole mouth engulfed his cock.Â
You moved your head down and his hands found the soft strands of your hair, gripping tightly in surprise, then to guide the speed himself. Groans tumbled from his lips and he shoved away all his embarrassment when your humming vibrated through his cock and made him whimper. You swallowed, your throat tightened around him and he hissed a curse, pushing your head down and pulling your hair up faster.Â
He dared to look down at you, through the haze of lust, the sight of you in tears with your reddened cheeks, and redder lips made his cock throb in your mouth.Â
âHoly fuck,â he moaned, pulling you up by your hair to let his cock fall from your mouth. A string of saliva and precum connected your mouth to the tip as you sniffled and blinked away tears. âI need you. Get up here, sweetheart,â he begged hoarsely, unravelling his fingers from your hair to guide you up with his hand on your jaw.Â
You licked your lips, released your firm grip on his dick, and allowed him to wipe your tears away as you moved back up his body with your knees on either side of his waist.Â
He eagerly pulled you in for a kiss, his enthusiasm seeping through the passion of his kiss. He momentarily allowed himself to get lost, to gratefully lick the taste of himself from your mouth, and let his hands wander to pull the cups of your bra back down. Your tits spilled out of the lace and he thoroughly pinched and plucked at your nipples until he felt you take hold of his cock again and stroked him a few times.Â
He drew back from the kiss breathlessly, watched you line his dick up with your pussy before carefully sinking down on him completely. His eyes fluttered shut, his hands fell to your waist, and a growly sound rumbled through his chest.Â
âMmm, fuck,â you moaned against his lips, trailing your hands from his wrists to forearms. Your forehead dropped to his gingerly as you raised yourself up so just the tip remained inside you, then slid back down gradually. His grip on your waist became stronger when you broke away from him to enjoy the sensation of having him inside you. âAh, fuckâŚâ you murmured, grinding down on him to push his cock as far as it could go into you.Â
He choked on a moan, on the breath that was cut off by the feeling of you rolling your hips down on him leisurely. He squirmed beneath you, watching you get lost in the torturous pace you found pleasure in. Your head lolled back and your hair gracefully followed the movement shortly after. Susurrations of his name bled from between your lips. Your hands were secured tightly on his arms, pulling him closer to you.Â
Pleasure rippled through him.Â
He leaned forward to suck marks and press open-mouthed kisses over your breasts. Your hands abandoned his arms to bury your fingers in his hair instead, arching your back to push your chest closer to his mouth. You shuddered as his breath cooled your fiery skin and tugged at his hair, undulating your hips against his.Â
He moved his mouth up your chest to bite at your neck. His teeth sank gently into your tender flesh, grazing along the thudding vein, and his tongue tasted the salty tang of your sweat. Your pussy squeezed around him in delight and he moaned against your throat, exasperatedly digging his fingers into your waist.Â
"Please⌠move," he whispered gravelly, trying to take control of the way you moved by sliding his palms down to your hips and holding on tight.
âI am,â came your breathy response. The amusement in your voice made him whine.Â
âN⌠not like that.â His voice was rough and you bit your lip at his frustration.Â
Straight away, you finally lifted yourself up his cock, unhurriedly making him feel every bit of the heat and wetness that coated him. You dropped back down at the same frustratingly slow speed. His eyes fluttered shut, his brows pinched together, and he licked his lips before biting down on it. Again, you rose from his lap and steadily sat back down. Your breath tickled his jaw, âlike that?âÂ
Your voice made his stomach flutter.
âFaster,â he begged, his throaty voice revealing his impatience with your drawn-out riding. You nipped at his jaw and only barely picked up the pace. His eyes fluttered open when you cupped his red cheeks, staring at his contorted face. âPlease,â he mumbled, pressing his fingers into your hips.Â
You laughed breathlessly and dipped down to kiss him, but he knew that was you denying him. Your teeth sank into his lip and he growled at you, throbbing and achingly close to finishing. If only youâd speed up, he could finally get there.Â
You sucked at his lip before pushing your tongue into his hot mouth, inhaling each otherâs breaths. His head felt light again and his stomach tightened, brimming with bliss, but you ignored his sobbing pleas by silencing them with your tongue, and continued to languidly ride his cock.Â
But heâd had enough.Â
He flattened his feet on the bed and snapped his hips upwards before you could even process or halt what he was doing. You cried out in surprise and uselessly attempted to hold onto his shoulders as he ruthlessly shoved his dick upwards into your pussy. He slammed you down with his bruising grip on your hips, moving you down on him faster, and obscene sounds began to burst from his lips.Â
You inhaled sharply, clasping onto his broad shoulders to no avail until you defeatedly collapsed on him so he could have complete control of the rhythm. He still had enough awareness outside his pleasure to grin to himself as you moaned and gasped his name into his ear. You clamped down around his dick and began to meet his thrusts as heâd been doing for you.Â
"You fuckinâ tease," he panted each word between heavy breaths, whenever your hips met his. Even nestled into you as deep as he could be, he yearned to be closer to you, so he tangled his fingers in your hair and crashed your lips down with his, sureânowâthat you wouldnât change the pace heâd set. Your teeth clashed with his, but he couldnât care less as his cock pulsed inside you, overflowing with pleasure. "I'm so fuckinâ close, baby," he gasped gruffly into your mouth. Â
âPlease⌠come, Dean,â you breathed out your plea and he released a low moan, your words making something warm bloom in his chest. Heat trickled down his body and he couldnât stop the bubbling of his orgasm, especially not with you kissing him so intensely.Â
 "Shit- oh, fuck-" he gasped against your lips. You moaned pridefully when he stilled, his entire body tense beneath you, and he held his breath for a short second before he came inside you whispering expletives and your name. You trembled above him shortly after heâd spilled himself into you and he hooked his blunt nails into your hips so harshly he imagined he might break your skin and draw blood.Â
He pressed his forehead against your shoulder and loosed his grip on your hips when you finally stopped riding him after you came for a second time, but still sat on his softening dick after pulling every last drop from his throbbing cock.Â
READERâS POV
âI love you,â Dean breathed against your mouth, gently brushing his thumbs over the raw flesh of your hips.Â
âMmm, I love you, too,â you promised quietly, carefully lifting your tender pussy from his dick. Dean hissed softly as your pussy fluttered over him and then he melted into the bed, slowly allowing himself to relax after youâd edged him for⌠well, who actually knows how long?
"Whatâs with you today, sweetheart?â He asked, his voice still pleasantly husky.Â
You tried not to think about it as you sat by his knees, but your cunt still longed for him. âWhat do you mean?â
He opened his eyes and gave you a look. He looked so fucked out and it made you unreasonably arrogant. Your eyes flickered from his dishevelled hair, his red cheeks, swollen lips, and scratched torso. You blushed and shrugged after stealing a glance at his soft cock coated in your cum and his own.Â
You could act nonchalant all you wanted, but your pussy clenched around nothing just at the sight of him. You could feel his release dripping out of you and you rubbed your thighs together. He was still watching you, but you didnât care what he was able to see.Â
âPlease, come back here,â he mumbled lazily.Â
You moved to his side and rested your cheek on his shoulder. You had a few moments of peace before his hand ghosted above your thigh and sneaked between your legs. You sat up straight and lifted a brow at him.
Dean smirked and rolled his eyes. âOh, come on, youâre telling me you donât want more?â
You grabbed his face after staring at him with narrowed eyes and kissed him roughly to shut him up, but he turned to face you and kissed you back just as fiercely. He pushed against your body so you laid on the bed once more and his hand found your slick cunt again.
This time, three fingers pushed into you and he used his other hand to rub furiously at your clit. You whimpered against his mouth, overstimulated, and he pulled away panting. âCome on, baby, give me another one. I know you want it.â
âFuck,â you sobbed, your body trembling in protest.Â
He was right, you could still feel the faint embers of your arousal and he was reigniting them faster than you were able to make your body process. Somehow your orgasm was building up for a third time, feeling less intense but completely fulfilling.
âThatâs my girl,â he murmured and before you knew what was happening, you squirted around his fingers and onto the sheets. Dean chuckled and drew out your orgasm as long as you could bear by still stroking on your clit after pulling his fingers out of you.
You could finally say you felt so much more relief, but you were half embarrassed by the gush of your orgasm. Dean was more than pleased by it. He licked his fingers clean of your release and then lowered his mouth down to your pussy with a moan to lick you thoroughly before kissing his way back up your body.
That mouth of his glistened and captivated your attention as he licked them. He pecked your lips and mumbled against your mouth, âIâm so glad I married you.â
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NCT Dream as your high school crush.
AN: I've been obsessed with Taylor Swift's 'So High School' that it reminded me of my hs days lol.
Mark Lee
You know how everyone has that senior who's really, really popular and very active in school activities? yeah that's Mark. AND it's not only you who has a crush on him. EVERYONE has a crush on him, but who doesn't??? he's kind, smart, and loved by everyone. So his popularity is no surprise. You don't really have any plans on seeking attention on him, it's just the type of crush where you admire him for his personality and dedication to being a good student leader.Â
Huang Renjun
Renjun seems like to be that crush of yours that's very unexpected. Compared to the other guys in your high school, Renjun stood out to you not only because of his pretty features, but because he's different from the others. You know how there's always an artsy classmate of yours? yeah that's Renjun and that's what make him unique. You probably dream of him all of the time, stealing glances on him while he quietly doodles on the back of his notebook.Â
Lee Jeno
Your crush on Jeno is probably because of your high standards but really, Jeno checks all of your list. He's kind, handsome, and smart. Everyone has a crush on him and that's because he's really an eye candy to be fair. Aside from that, Jeno's introvert personality and quiet presence makes him more mysterious, that's why he caught your attention! He's well-behaved and unlike the other boys, he does well in class. Although you two don't interact that much, you feel like he's such a sweetheart!
Lee Donghyuck
Oh, this one hits different but I feel like Haechan is that crush of yours who also happens to be your best friend! And you can't help it! Not when he's really, really sweet to you. He gives you some of his snacks, lets you copy his homework, and yes, he's a huge menace who loves to tease you so much but he's protective of you especially when guys talk shit about you!!! You just can't help but feel butterflies whenever he's around, oh and the platonic skinship will have you panic and blush hard inside.Â
Na Jaemin
Just like Mark, Jaemin seems like that crush of yours who's also everyone's crush. But he's a classmate of yours so you get to interact with him more. I feel like he's the president of the class, great sense of leadership and always make sure that the class is peaceful. He's also smart, always raises his hands to answer questions, and oh well! He also had that great smile but compared to the other crushes, I feel like Jaemin is that crush of yours who's really flirty especially when he learns that you have a crush on him!
Zhong Chenle
LISTEN!!! It was a school sports festival, you just finished playing your sport so you spent the time watching other game. Your friend suggested basketball, and behold, Zhong Chenle, who's one of the promising athlete in your school. You're not really that much fan of basketball but the way Chenle plays hits different. He's cool and great, and damn, his smug smile whenever he does a three-points shoot. You were just amazed by him, that's why it's no surprise that you went out of the gym with a crush on Chenle.Â
Park Jisung
Oh oh!! This has to be a canon event lol, but Jisung's that crush of yours who's part of the dance club lol. Whenever there's a school event and they perform, your eyes are locked on him the whole time!! And you can't blame yourself because he's really great at dancing and you're just enchanted by his moves. (Plus his tall figure just make him stand out!!) He's also good-looking so plus points for that one, that's why your head always turned to him whenever you ran into him because, really, he's just so handsome!!!
Check Dreamiesâ POV here!
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scott x reader where they have insane sexual tension and everyone notices (and is fed up) but them so they keep forming elaborate plans to get them alone together
Next Time (scott miller x reader) part I - 18+ MDNI
warnings: sexual tension, swearing, scott being scott, not enemies but not friends to lovers, eventual kissing, eventual smut
a/n: i thought iâd put a twist on this request and make it a multi-part fic! i hope anon doesnât mind that itâs not specifically the pov from the crew/other chasers but rather the tension filled journey between scott x reader :,)
my inbox is open for requests! rules for requests are on my pinned post :)
part two (coming soon)
This wasnât your first season chasing with Scott. Youâd first met him at a little gas station in the middle Oklahoma. Scottâs rigid demeanor intimidated you, but your friend Javi had practically pushed you two together. Your first chase with Scott was tension filled and awkward, you could tell he didnât exactly respect you.
That was 3 years ago, and now, you were more than used to Scottâs dull personality. The tension-filled relationship had only grown between the two of you, but neither of you cared to admit how you felt to each other.
âWhich cell is it gonna be?â
Youâre standing in a gas station parking lot, holding an iPad in front of Scott, a radar image pulled up on the screen. The rest of the Storm Par crew was dispersed around their vehicles and Javi was off somewhere, you assumed heâd gone to get snacks and drinks for the crew.
âYou tell me.â
Scottâs answer was short and direct. You knew this game- heâd let you choose and then tell you that he thought otherwise.
âWest.â
You inquired, your response just as short and direct as Scottâs.
âYou sure? East looks better.â
Scottâs eyes met yours from under his sunglasses. You couldnât see his eyes, but you knew they glistened with cockiness.
âIâm always sure.â
You rolled your eyes at him, putting the iPad at your side. Javi came running out of the gas station, plastic bags in his hands. He stopped to give bags to other members of the crew before making his way over to you and Scott.
âYou guys want snacks?â
Javi held two bags in front of each of you.
You took a bag from him and peered insideâ all of your favorites. You smiled.
âThanks, Javi.â
Scott took the second bag and muttered something that sounded like a thank you before walking to your chase vehicle.
âWhere are we headed?â
Javi asked, but you could tell he already knew the answer.
âWest.â
You winked and smiled at him before turning and walking to the SUV.
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âIâm tired of your little game, Scott.â
You broke the silence in the vehicle. It was a silence youâd gotten comfortable with, you knew Scott wasnât one for small talk or casual conversations- especially with you.
âWhat game?â
Scottâs eyes were trained on the road in front of him, Javiâs truck not far in front of your SUV.
âThe whole âEast looks betterâ bullshit.â
You adjusted in your seat. Typical of him to act like he didnât know the way he treated you. You heard something that sounded like a scoff come from him.
You expected an arrogant response but it never came. You wondered if youâd caught him off guard with your declaration.
âItâs been 3 years, Scott. I can understand not liking me, but you should respect me. I think Iâve shown that I deserve that, at the very least.â
You knew you were venturing into dangerous territory by the way his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. But, you were almost eager to push his buttons- to tell him everything youâd bitten back for 3 years. You wanted to be mean to him, drill the words into him and break him down like the times heâd broken you down for making simple mistakes.
Again, no response. You wondered if he was doing this on purpose, making you sit in his silence while he plotted how he was going to pull you aside and belittle you after the chase.
âI donât dislike you.â
After a few minutes, his words cut through the silence. Your mind did a full stop.
âWhat?â
âI donât dislike you.â
Scott repeated. His eyes darted to you for a second before returning to the road. The words cut through you. Everything youâd ever assumed he thought about you had just been squashed.
The familiar silence returned. You werenât sure what to say, or even what ro think. You stared at the yellow lines that split the road into two lanes. It felt like they went on forever.
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âHey, good job today. Sorry we didnât get anything.â
Javi handed you the key card to your room. The two of you stood in the parking lot of a cheap motel. The rest of Storm Par had either gone to their rooms or were dispersed throughout the lot, talking with other chasers or cleaning out their vehicles.
âOh well. Thereâs always next time.â
You managed a half smile. Sure, you were disappointed, but you were tired and ready to be away from everyone.
âYeah- well, goodnight. See you tomorrow.â
Javi smiled, patting your shoulder before walking off. You almost felt bad for keeping the conversation short but you were glad to be left alone. You started walking to your room, ready to be in the warmth of a bed.
âHey.â
You heard a voice behind you. You swore you let out a curse under your breath before turning around. Scott was standing there, clipboard resting under his arm.
âWhat?â
The word came out harsher than youâd meant for it to but you didnât care. This was supposed to be your time, you just wanted to be away from him.
âEast looked better.â
You stood there. You bit your tongue, holding back the long line of curses that threatened to spill from your lips.
âYou followed me over here to tell me that?â
You managed, turning to walk away from him. You wanted to be away from him.
âNot so fast.â
He caught your arm with his hand.
âYou arenât always sure.â
Asshole, you thought. You knew he was doing this on purpose, this was just another one of his ways of giving you shit, but you werenât in the mood.
âFuck off.â
You shrugged out of his grasp.
âWhy? Is there somewhere you need to be?â
Scott tilted his head, crossing his arms in front of his chest, clipboard resting under them.
âYeah, there is. Away from you.â
You spat, walking away from him again.
Scott watched you walk away for a moment before following you.
âI said I donât dislike you. This is what I get for that?â
You scoffed.
âThen why do you treat me like shit?â
Scott shrugged.
âBecause itâs fun.â
You stopped at the door to your room and turned towards him again. His arms were back to his sides. You were almost too tired to care about what he was saying.
âI see. Goodnight.â
Sarcasm dripped from your voice. You turned to put the key card in the lock. You opened the door and slammed it shut, leaving Scott standing outside like a dog on your doorstep.
You quickly changed clothes and climbed into bed. The softness of the sheets and warmth of the blankets instantly relaxed you. You closed your eyes, enjoying the peacefulness.
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You didnât know how long it had been before there was a knock at your door. You ignored it. There was another. You opened your eyes. Sighing, you turned on the bedside lamp and got up. You unlocked the door, not even bothering to see who was there before you did. Opening it, you felt every ounce of peace fade away.
Scott stood there in his black undershirt and a pair of sweatpants, a plastic bag in his hand. His curls hung in the low light of the hallway. It was rare you saw him in anything other than his white Storm Par button up and perfectly ironed pants. You hated to admit that he looked good.
âWanted to give this to you.â
He extended the bag towards you. You blinked at him. Maybe if you blinked enough, heâd go away.
âTake it.â
Scott held up the bag. Wanting him to go away, you took it from him. You pushed the door shut when his hand stopped it, pushing it back open.
âWhereâs my thank you?â
He raised an eyebrow.
âThanks.â
You rolled your eyes and shut the door.
You opened the bag. A few of your favorite snacks were inside, along with a note. Curious, you picked up the note.
Thereâs always next time.
- Scott
âAsshole.â
You said out loud, putting the note back in the bag and throwing the bag on the table by the door. You climbed back into bed and turned off the lamp. You closed your eyes again, sleep finding you not long after.
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Your beauty and my lust: Dazai Osamu
Synopsis : when he couldn't stop himself and his mind wandered to your delicate skin and soft curves.
Genre/Warnings: ada dazai, masturbation, fluff, mature themes
Author's pov
Sex was a common thing for dazai. When once in a while he wanted someone else's touch and needed a quick relief, he'd just flirt his way inside a woman's heart and her body. But it was just sex and nothing more. Some women were okay with it and some weren't. Not that he cared as it only ended up with him getting kicked out. And when there was a mutual choice, he'd leave after satisfying both himself and his partner for the night. No cuddles or soft love making. Just rough and quick and dirty sex which in most cases, left his partners in wanting more. But he didn't care about them.
That wasn't the case when it came to you. The new and shy member of the armed detective agency. Now dazai admits that he likes all women but the day he saw you for the first time, he felt his heart flutter for the very first time. And that was a new feeling for him. So at first he tried to keep his distance from you. Yes, he's talk to you normally and reply kindly whenever you asked him something or just greeted him after coming to work but he didn't try to make any moves on you.
He didn't flirt with you like he flirts with every other woman and he didn't act like a crackhead like he does around kunikida. Of course you weren't aware of his usual nature because you were new at the agency but sometimes he found himself acting like his real self rather than that annoying coworker who'd jump in a lake the moment he sees one.
So no matter how many times he tried to keep his distance from you, it never worked because the moment you look up at him with that sweet smile and those beautiful soft eyes, he felt his heart melt. More than once, he caught himself staring at you as you worked or talked to any other member. When you'd walk towards yosano's clinic to tell her something, his eyes would be caught staring at the gentle sway of your hips, your soft curves as you'd bend down to pick something off the floor, or when his eyes would soften as he'd watch you laugh and smile at something kenji said. He noticed that you were fond of the younger members despite not knowing them since too long.
No one noticed when he stopped flirting with every woman he sees. No one noticed when he stopped asking women to commit double suicide with him. Of course Ranpo was the first person to notice that the former executive has feelings for his new coworker. But he didn't say anything and just watched as dazai handled you so gently, the hand that once held a gun and killed countless people was the same hand that was now gently pressed against the small of your back as you slipped on a stray piece of paper lying on the floor.
Ranpo watched as your feelings for the former executive grew by the day as well. He noticed your shy smile and your timid steps as you gave dazai a cute little paper bag which had a small box of cookies in it. He noticed how shyly you told dazai that you had made the cookies yourself and that you wanted him to try some. It was so obvious, Ranpo thought as he munched on his snacks and watched his coworkers acting like fools in love.
It was snowing one night and you and dazai were walking home together. You didn't notice when he gently guided you to the inner side of the side walk and walked besides you on the outer side because you were too busy telling him about the new case that you handled Alone for the first time. You were dressed snuggly in your pale blue winter coat But you were a little worried that dazai's trench coat was too thin for the snowy weather so you took out your warm scarf from your bag and looked up at him shyly as you both walked side by side.
"dazai san?" you said softly, a soft blush rose on your cheeks when he looked down at you with eyes swirling with emotions "yes angel?" he grinned when he saw your blush deepen and your eyes widened at the nickname despite him calling you that multiple times. "u-umm" you stutured slightly out of shyness but he waited patiently for you to finish your sentence, only looking at you with soft eyes "y-you look a little cold so would you like my scarf?" you say shyly as you extend your scarf towards him.
His eyes widened for a moment before he grinned softly and nodded, despite not feeling cold. But instead of taking the scarf, he stopped walking and leaned down, looking at you expectantly "care to help me doll?" your eyes widened once again as you blushed profusely and nodded silently while raising your hands by his neck and gently tie the scarf around his neck. You smiled softly as he leaned back to his full height and pulled the scarf over his nose. You didn't notice his eyes darkening when your scent wrapped around his senses because you were already walking ahead.
You waved at him before entering your dorm and he sighed, groaning softly as he walked in his dorm and closed the door behind him,forgetting to lock it because his mind was hazing with lust. He let out a small grunt as he took off his coat and sat on his futon before taking off your scarf. He was going to place it on the table before his moments halted and he slowly raised the scarf towards his nose and inhaled deeply, his eyes falling shut as he smelled the jasmine perfume that you always wear.
A low groan left his lips when he felt his cock throbbing in his pants and his breathing got heavier by the second. He had stopped sleeping around after realising his feelings for you. You were precious. Too precious for someone who is tainted like him. But he couldn't help it as his mind wandered to thoughts that he wouldn't dare say out loud. He breathed heavily as he fell back on his futon and unbuttoned his shirt, feeling a little too hot. He fumbled with his zipper and pulled down his boxers just enough to tug his hardened cock out. A deep grunt left his lips as he pressed your scarf firmly against his nose and inhaled deeply as his hand palmed his cock.
"fuck" he groaned, squeezing his cock tightly before he spat on his hand and rubbed his saliva over his cock to make his movements smoother and faster. Heavy pants left his lips as he sniffed your scarf again and his pace increased, his toes curling up and feet pressing against the futon as he jerked himself off. His movements quick and desperate as images of your soft curves and gentle voice clouded his mind.
You smiled softly at the thought of seeing him again as you knocked on his door, his key in your hand. You had found it earlier today lying by his desk and picked it up thinking you will give it to him later. But then it completely slipped your mind and you just found it in your dress's pocket. Thinking he must be trying to find it, you decided to give it to him now as you knocked again. Your brows furrowed when you didn't hear any reply and a small seed of concern settled inside you because he'd always answer after one knock. You knew he wouldn't be asleep because you both just got home a few minutes ago after all.
"dazai san?" you knocked again, the worry growing inside you when no reply came. Hesitating for a moment, you tried to open his door, a little surprised that it wasn't locked. "dazai san, I'm coming in!" you called out as you entered his dorm but again, no reply. After taking off your shoes you walked in to see his living room empty other than a few half empty bottles of sake on the table. He wasn't in the kitchen either so you walked towards his bedroom and raised your hand to knock but you froze when you heard a low moan "nghh.... fuck y/n It feels so good" your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed when you heard the deep moan of your name. You should leave, you know that. Maybe you heard wrong, yes that must be the case.
You know you should leave but with the door slightly ajar, you couldn't help but peek a little and heat curled in the pit of your stomach when you saw him. He was laying on his back, his legs sprawled out as his large hand worked up and down his cock which was covered in pre cum. His shirt was completely unbuttoned , revealing his bandaged chest and his hair were sticking to his forehead as he panted heavily. Your eyes widened when you a familiar scarf lying by his face and You felt yourself getting wetter by the second as you saw him pressing his nose in your scraf and breathing in deeply as he squeezed his cock tightly. your cheeks flushed even more as you felt your arousal sticking to your panties,causing you to unconsciously press your thighs together.
Oh it was so wrong. You should leave, you should leave but it was as if your feet were stuck to the floor as your eyes watched his movements, your body heating up as you gripped your dress. A soft whimper left your lips when another sultry moan of your name left his lips and you felt yourself gushing as his movements quickened and his abdomen clenched "hah- god y/n I'm so close" his eyes rolled back and his face pressed against the pillow and mouth hung open in a deep groan of your name as his cock spurtled out ropes and ropes of hot cum.
Your panties were ruined, you could feel the wetness of your arousal and it was a little uncomfortable. But you couldn't move from your spot as he breathed heavily, covering his eyes with an arm as he laid there, trying to catch his breath. Just as you were about to force yourself to move, a raspy chuckle left his lips "how long are you gonna hide there, doll?" you gasped softly and clamped your mouth shut as you felt embarrassment and shame filling inside you.
He groaned softly as he sat up, not bothering to dress himself as he tilted his head and looked at the ajar door with a lazy smirk "come here y/n" the way he said your name, it was enough to make you follow his command and you walked in shyly, trying to avoid eye contact with him. He chuckled and pulled you down on his lap, his smile widening when he watched you squirm and blush profusely "i-im so sorry-" you were cut off and a soft whimper left your lips when he suddenly pressed his lips on yours in a deep kiss.
"need you angel" he murmured, smiling softly as you kissed him back as he laid you gently on his futon. His hands trembling as he made sure to be gentle while sliding off your dress as you looked up at him with soft eyes filled with trust and adoration and lust.
Dazai Osamu is not a gentle man. But when it comes to you, he doesn't want to be anything but gentle.
And for the context, he noticed you the moment you entered his dorm.
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hi can you write about sunoo getting jealous to y/n because of a man approaching her and touched her inappropriately so he punched the man all his strength,when they got back to his really expensive car they had sex in it before going home
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jealous!sunoo x reader
yn gets touches inappropriately by a stranger and sunoo gets jealous
cw: sexual assault/harrassment, jealousy, unprotected sex, kissing, tit sucking, car sex, creampie, orgasm denial/delay, slight fingering, dom sunoo, manhandling, slapping (ass).
wdct: 1.5k
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Third Person POV~
Shopping with your boyfriend was always fun, you'd get to try on cute little outfits to impress him, and he'd buy whatever you ask him to.
Eventually though he always gets hungry and he'll leave you temporarily to go get you both a snack while you continue to pick clothes to try on.
You were currently by yourself in a store that you often come to, looking at different shoes that caught your eye.
You had bent over, grabbing a pair of shoes to get a closer look, gasping out loud when you felt someone slap your ass.
Quickly straightening up, you turned towards the person, instantly panicking when you realized it wasn't Sunoo.
"Hey, pretty lady..." The man smiled as you scoffed, slapping him. "You fucking pervert." You retort, eyes widening when he grabs you by your arms, tugging you closer. "You bitch. Dressed like a whore and mad that someone is appreciating it? You think you're all that, huh?"
The next couple minutes were a blur, but as you attempted to pull out of his grip, your heart racing out of fear, you watched a fist come into contact with the man's cheek, causing him to quickly lose balance and fall over.
You turned your head, seeing Sunoo beside you. He was fuming. "Sunoo, thank god." He didn't seem too thrilled with you either though.
He had almost immediately pulled you by your wrist out of the store, his grip tight on you as he dragged you towards the exit of the mall.
"Sunoo, it hurts.." You wince, pulling back as Sunoo scoffs. "Did he hurt you too?"
"What the fuck is your problem? Are you seriously mad at me?!"
"I've asked you multiple times to be careful when I'm not with you! I just had to watch some random ass guy slap my girlfriend's ass." He yelled, and you were offended. Usually Sunoo would rush to defend you, but right now he was against you and you didn't know how to deal with it. "You know what? Just forget it! I'm sorry that I was oblivious and someone sexually harrassed me."
You then stormed off to his car, which was a black Mercedes Benz. He had just gotten it detailed. A fresh coat of paint that had a glittery finish, and looked heavenly at night, black leather seats with white details, tinted windows, and even LED strips beneath the seats and around the headliner.
You used the spare key to get in the car, sitting in the back seat rather than the passenger seat. You didn't feel like talking to or being around Sunoo right now. You simply wanted him to take you home.
When he finally got in the car, he glanced at you through the rear-view mirror, sighing. "Why aren't you in the passenger seat?" You ignored him, crossing your arms over your chest, and he scoffed, starting the car.
"You're really gonna ignore me, Y/n?" He questions, driving away from the mall and back towards your apartment.
You continue to ignore him, but eventually you notice that he's taken a detour. "Where are we, Sunoo?"
He stops in the middle of an empty parking lot, getting out of the car as he climbs into the backseat, shutting the door before glaring at you. "So now you can speak."
"Sunoo, I don't feel like doing this because you're jealous of some sick asshole." You roll your eyes, gasping when Sunoo tugs your face closer to his, pressing his lips hotly against yours.
You struggle against him, feeling his free hand slide up the small of your back and underneath your shirt as he pulled away, staring deeply into your eyes. "I won't do anything you don't want me to..."
You simply sigh, moving to straddle his lap as you kiss him again, wrapping your arms around his neck as you grind against his lap, feeling him grow hard beneath you.
He gasps needily into your mouth, kissing you eagerly as his tongue tangles with yours. When you finally pulled away, you were both panting slightly.
Sunoo gripped your waist with one hand, the other hand sliding beneath your skirt to cup your ass. "You're so pretty, I can see why other guys wanna whore you out.." His lips attach to your neck, biting and sucking harshly to bruise your skin. You moan, tugging lightly on his hair as he grunts against your skin, smacking your ass before pulling away.
"I'm the only one who can treat you like a whore. You belong to me.." Sunoo hardly ever manhandles you or acts overly dominant, but when he does, fuck it feels good.
He had moved to let you lay on the seat, hovering over you as he pushed your skirt upwards, sliding your panties to the side. "My pretty little slut.. You're so wet for me, princess."
He slides a finger into you, just teasing you slightly as he undoes his pants one handedly.
"Sunoo. Do you have a condom?" You question as he shakes his head. "No, but it's fine.. I know my pretty little whore will take my cum like a good girl, hm?"
His words make your heart skip a beat. He's usually adamant when it comes to using protection, but hearing him say that just unlocked emotions you'd never felt before.
While you're in a daze, Sunoo manages to free his cock, stroking it slowly before rubbing his length against your pussy folds, your wetness lubing him up.
He slides in easily, pulling you from your trance as you moan loudly, covering your mouth. He lets out a groan of his own, not even waiting for you to adjust as he thrusts into you hard and fast.
The angle of his hips allows him to hit that one spot that really makes everything feel ten times better.
You're a moaning mess, and he's already feeling his own stomach twist as he fucks into you. He slides his hands up your torso, almost ripping the buttons of your cardigan open as he shoves your bra downwards, leaning down to suck on your nipple.
The combined feeling of his tongue swirling your nipple, and his cock reaching deep inside of you is pure euphoria. You already feel like you're about to cum.
"Sunoo... Please. I'm gonna cum." You let out a weak moan, gripping the hair of Sunoo's nape as he smiles, pulling away from your now swollen nipple. He watches your face twist pleasurably, your orgasm approaching fast. As soon as he knows you're about to cum, he stills his hips completely, denying you of the pleasurable feeling.
"Fuck, Sunoo.. Please.." You beg, near tears at the denial as he chuckles, giving you a small peck to your lips. "Wanna fuck you from behind.. I'll let you cum, princess.." He pulls out, his cock rosy and wet from your warmth. He helps you to turn over, your ass up and perfectly placed for him to use.
Sunoo gives your ass a light smack before pushing into you, thrusting slowly before stopping completely. "If you wanna cum you have to earn it... Move your ass.."
You whine, holding yourself up as you rock your hips back onto his, moaning as his cockhead presses your sweet spot.
"Sunoo.. Fuck, baby." Your moans fill the car, ricocheting off of every surface as Sunoo smiles out of satisfaction. "That's my good slut.."
He grips your hips, going back to fucking you as his hips meet yours persistently.
You immediately begin to feel your looming orgasm as he pounds into you, moaning uncontrollably. You even let out small whines, wincing at how tight he's gripping your hips.
"Cum for me, baby.." He groans, his own orgasm approaching as you clench around him. The sound of skin slapping is reverberating through the car as he speeds up again.
You let out a loud moan, coming undone around Sunoo as you tighten around him, drawing a moan out of his throat. "Fuck, baby.. Im cumming.."
He spills inside you, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he comes undone within your walls. "Pretty girl.. So cute and full of my cum.." He pulls out, watching as his cum slides out of your hole, and stuffing it back in before it can drip down your thigh.
He then turns you over, watching your chest rise and fall heavily. He leans down to kiss you, his lips parted prettily to deepen the kiss. You pull away after a few seconds, panting as he smiles.
"Don't be a brat next time.. Got it?"
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