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oneirataxiahiraeth · 4 years ago

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omg all mine pt. 2 pls, I also wanna know why he’s all pissed off lol

All mine pt.2

Pairings : fem!reader x PeterParker

Warnings : fluff, a littllleee bit of angst, mentions of smut, aftercare, soft!peter, language

Summary : Peter finally opens up abt his day at school

A/N :

Y’all send in more requests! Thanks you for these ones by the way<3, they are really fun to write!

I hummed at his light tough, cleaning me off from our very busy night. We were both pretty fucked out, and I was already more than sore. My skin littered with light and already darkening bruises Peter was going to regret in the morning. Right now, his mind seemed pretty occupied with his task at hand. Not a single thought whirling behind those beautiful brown eyes.

“I ran you a bath.” He spoke, not a single emotion in his voice whatsoever. I nodded, sitting up and noticing the disgusting mess we made. He slipped his arms under my legs, and kept me up with the other arm behind my back. I could’ve gotten up on my own, but I figured I’d just let him do his own thing for right now.

He carried me into the high tech bathroom, placing me slowly into the raspberry scented bubble bath. It was just the perfect temperature, and covered me just enough for my whole body to be engulfed in a comforting warmth.

“Sit, please.” I hummed sweetly, reaching out for his hand. I was only moments away from passing out due the maximum comfort, but I still needed to figure out what had him so bothered.

He stared down at me for a few seconds before deciding to sit down on the edge of the tub. His hands taking mine, thumb running over my smooth knuckles. Still silent, and not planning on talking either.

“You are so pretty.” His cheeks turning a shade of pink at the compliment. “What’s got you so upset bubs?” I frowned, noticing how his grip tightened on my hands.

“Told you,” he sighed, as if he was tired of me asking. “I just had a shitty day at school.” He shrugged.

“You are such a terrible liar.” I rolled my eyes. “Now come on, talk to me please.” I urged.

“I’m not in the mood to talk about it right now.” His voice softened.

“And I really don’t give a fuck, now spill.” He remained silent for a few more moment, eyes hardening before slowly turning soft once again.

“Some guys at school today...” he started and I felt my whole body tense. Peter always told me about the teasing he endured at school often, but he usually never seemed bothered by it. I’ve been to a few parties with him, meeting his friends and some of the guys who seemed to think they were somehow better than him. “They were talking, like... about you.” He sighed, his hands holding mine so tight if I even pulled my arm the tiniest bit my fingers would break off.

“And what were they saying?” My voice low, and annoyance slightly rising. Not with him. But with those assholes who somehow had the nerve to disrespect my amazingly sweet boyfriend.

“Like... just- really gross things. And you know, usually I can handle shit like that. I heard shit from them all the time but this was different... this time they’re weren’t talking about me.” He frowned. “So I told them to stop, but they just keep going on about how they could steal you away from me... and I don’t know I guess I started to believe them...” I felt my throat dry and heart stop for a moment.

What the actual hell was wrong with this kid? There was no way he’d actually think I’d leave him for some asshole in a football jersey. Peter has always been my number one. Since the day we met. No other person even existed when I was with him. And a part of me was extremely hurt that he’d even think I’d leave him... for anyone at all. If anything he’d be the one to break my heart in the long run.

“You’re like... kidding right?”

“No.” He shrugged, eyes stuck in my knuckles. “Let’s be honest, they’re better looking than me. They’re funnier. And they have way more friends than me. They are everything that I’m not.” He shook his head, and I felt a wave of hurt flush over me. “Who wouldn’t want to date the most popular guys in school?”

“Are you really that fucking stupid?” I scoffed, earning a look from him as if I was the crazy one here.

“Wha-”

“You have some fucking nerve, asshole.” I spat, annoyance and anger present in my voice. “How fucking dare you. I love you. And only you. And if you weren’t aware, numbskull, me loving you means I love absolutely no one else.” His grip softened on my hands. “I don’t give a shit about stupid fucking football players, and you said ‘let’s be honest’ so yea, let’s, they aren’t better looking than. They definitely aren’t funnier than you. They just stand behind those stupid ugly colored jersey that make them who the hell they are, and if you actually fucking think that I am shallow enough to leave you because of someone’s popularity-”

“Y/N... I didn’t mean it in that way-”

“I know- I know... I just- it’s frustrating that you would doubt how much you actually mean to me.” I sighed, calming myself down a little bit.

“I didn’t mean to upset you...” his voice was now small and a bit shaky. He had a gloss over his eyes, but no tears. Not just yet.

“I-I’m not upset.” I pulled my hands from his, placing them on top of his, taking my turn to run my thumbs over his knuckles. “I am all yours, bubs.”

“You wouldn’t leave me?” He frowned, some disbelief in his voice.

“I am far too in love with you to even think about leaving, Peter Parker.” I hum, sitting up, allowing the bubbles on my chest to hold up as I placed a kiss on his arm.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, sliding off the edge of the tub to his knees on the bathroom floor. Our faces only inches apart from each other’s.

“Can I just beat them up?” I asked, hoping to lighten the mood just a little bit more.

“As intriguing as that sounds,” he smiled a bit. “absolutely not.”

“Come on?” I pleaded playfully. “We can tag team ‘em” I smiled a she let out the cutest small laugh.

“Violence is never the answer against assholes like those kids.” He spoke and my eyes rolled. “Your the one who taught me that.” He defended.

“So violence is a no, but ignoring your feelings and fucking your girlfriend into absolute oblivion is?” I joked, but he just shrugged. His eyes moving from my face to my neck. He took in all the currently visible bruises on my body, concern written all over his face.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” I assured him. “Besides, your more than welcome to take out your frustrations on me whenever you want.” I smirked, as he leaned in to press a soft kiss on my lips.

“I love you so much, Princess.” He hummed.

“I love you too, bubs.”

“How about a round 5?” He smirked and I felt my eyes roll.

“Fuck off, dude. I can’t even feel my fucking toes-”

#wattpad #peter parker #peter parker x you #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #tom holland #spiderman #aesthetic #the avengers #stylesss94

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 5 years ago

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Cheers, darling | th x fem!reader

@follow-tom-holland-is-spiderman asked: DAMN IT I JUST REMEMBERED. May I please request a tom x reader blurb where TOM BRINGS CHAMPAGNE AND THEY CELEBRATE SOMETHING TOGETHER *cough* sound familiar?! *cough* I love you my pêche so feel free to turn it into what ever you want 🍑 💕

Warnings: lots of fluff and cute gestures, SMUT including unprotected sex (wrap it up kids, even on pill), drinking (drunk sex maybe?? not that much), swearing, teasing, dirty talk an oral (f and m receiving).

Word Count: around 5.1k (christ)

A/N: ooooh my lovely cheeky little shy 😏✨ trust me, I did NOT forget about that request of yours but like... idk it was still in my drafts for some reason? oops I guess 😂 oh! and I decided to make it a oneshot hehe 🙊 did I get carried away? oh 1000% yes. but do I regret it? ... NOT AT AAAAAALL 🙈 anyway enjoy this one and stay safe, sweetheart 💖

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You yawn.

The living room is plunged into darkness, the only ounce of light coming from the tv screen. Today at work completely tired you out as your lunch break only lasted ten minutes. Just thinking about it gives you a headache. But stopping by the Thai restaurant on your way home to get some takeouts was the brightest idea of the day. And now your belly was full and pleased, in comfy pyjamas and messy bun.

Later, a knock on the front door draws your attention away from the cheesy slasher your were currently watching all evening. Intrigued, you slide off the couch and makes your way over to the door with a frown, wondering who could this be so late at night. Turning the knob and sliding open the door, you are actually mildly startled to see Tom, your boyfriend, with his signature smile and both his hands occupied on her doorstep.

"Hey, darling! Surprised you, huh?" Tom chuckles, sliding past you as you give him both a tired and confused look but don’t bother to say anything yet.

You were not supposed to see each other until tomorrow for lunch, as the boy had a few meetings all day today but also the next day in the morning.

"I sent you a couple of texts but didn’t get any answer” begins Tom while walking through the dark living room, switching the lights on as he keeps walking.

“I thought you might be asleep already, but now I'm really glad you're awake" Tom hums as he heads to the kitchen to put on the counter what he brought, you soon following behind him. “We can celebrate together, it's almost midnight!"

"Uhm- celebrate what, Tom?"

"Your birthday of course, silly!" he stares at you wide eyed. "Even if we planned to celebrate it tomorrow as it’s your day off, I wanted to make something a bit more original and do it a first time as midnight passes. So I manage to make all my meetings today and have all tomorrow free to be with you."

Tom starts emptying the bags to reveal some fancy delicacies. Now standing close to him, your eyes follow whatever he takes out and displays on the counter, beginning with a small pastel cardboard box, a pink and black bag with the familiar letters “V” and “S” on it and two bottles of champagne. Dom Pérignon’s bottles. As he brings the box closer, Tom delicately slides it open just enough for you to catch sight of the cake he knows you like so much.

"W-Wow, I wasn’t expecting this at all..." you almost whisper, still surprised by all this.

Turning to face him, your cheeks warm at the actual closeness, one of his arms sliding around your shoulders, his free hand resting on the counter as Tom leaves a kiss on your forehead.

"This is only a nice sneak peek of tomorrow, baby."

The arm around you slides around your hips, pulling you forward as you rest the flat of your palms on his torso with fluttering eyes. When you glance up to his face, his expression looks completely intense and even a bit flustered himself, before Tom picks you up and slides you onto the counter next to the cake box. Both of his hands ease apart your knees and he places himself in between, capturing your lips before you can even speak one word.

"My soon-to-be Birthday Girl."

You can’t help but laugh, even if it is drowned by his warm lips. You cup his face in your hands, keeping him in place while he switches from simple pecks to cheeky nibbles and smooth long kisses. Such a straightforward yet endearing attention fed by the need to make you feel like a total queen. His queen.

"If you keep going, we might miss midnight, Tommy" you mumble detaching from his hungry lips that instantly found their way to the side of your neck, with growls.

You couldn't deny that neck kisses are one of your greatest weaknesses.

“Dammit, I almost forgot...” Tom groans into your neck, pecking it a last time before he reluctantly parts from you. “Alright, take this and go try it on while I get everything ready over there. But be quick!”

As Tom kisses your nose, he places in your hands the pink and black bag he brought and soon leaves the space between your legs, making you come down the counter. He almost pushes you out of the kitchen to frantically open all your cupboards to find what he needs.

Without waisting more time, you bring the gift bag with you back to your bedroom. Once there you sit on your bed and carefully open it, untying the beautiful silk knot to then put it next to you on the mattress. Bitting your bottom lip, your hand finally plunges into the bag, now excited to see what your boyfriend bought that he quickly wants to see you wearing it, so you take everything out.

Disposing the now empty bag onto the bed, you neatly unfold all the pink papers on your knees to now discover a beautiful set of lingerie. The fabric almost slips under your touch, the lace feeling delicate and sophisticated like you could never imagine. Even the colour looks so much more appealing on it, the gorgeous navy blue reminding you of the bikini you wore during your last vacation together in Positano, Italy. Apparently, Tom seems to like you wearing this particular colour...

As you manage to not get lost in your memories from that delightful holiday, you stand and slip out of your pyjamas and underwear to quickly put the new one on. And damn, it does put you to your best advantage: from the beautifully detailed bralette, that still accentuate your breast to its best, to the sexy indent panties that just leave nothing to the imagination, all of it almost see-through. You cheeks redden at all the inappropriate thoughts you can’t stop, thinking about what’s to come making things even worse.

Suddenly you remember Tom saying to be quick, so you check on your alarm clock to see it is now 11:51pm. Oof, just in time! You rapidly put your pyjama backon, taking an extra minute to rearrange your hair into something more decent. Then you exist your room and scamper back in the kitchen, but to see no one there.

“In the living room, darling!” Tom calls you in the other room, so you quickly join him there.

When you pass the doorframe, you suddenly stop on your tracks at the unexpected scenery before your eyes. The living room lights has been subdued to create a cosy ambience, a few candles lit and meticulously arranged in the room and Tom, being a natural hottie without even trying, sits on the couch with everything he brought placed on the coffee table. This simple gesture makes your heart beats like crazy, you almost being on the verge of crying because you never received this much affection by anyone before.

Tom wakes you from your thoughts as he is now standing, his hand extended to you for you to take it. So you take his offered hand, delicately squeezing it, while he walks you both to the couch to sit.

“Tom, this is-”

Your words are cut off by Tom’s index finger pressing slightly onto your full lips.

“After, princess” he almost whispers with a wink, “For now, let’s celebrate.”

True to his words, Tom detaches from you to check his phone. As he notices there is only one minute left before midnight, he takes a lighter he found in your kitchen and lights the adorable candle on the cake. The nice writing “Happy Birthday (Y/N)” on it fills your belly with tones of butterflies, the bright smile now on your face slightly hurting your cheeks.

As midnight finally comes, Tom brings the lighten birthday cake to you. The burning candle reflects in his warm coffee eyes, emphasising his facial features you love so much.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N).”

After smiling at each other, your eyes locked for at least five good seconds, you approach your face towards the candle and slowly blow it as you make a silent wish. Once done, you gently cup Tom’s face in your hand to bring it close to yours and share a long passionate kiss.

“Thank you, Tom. So much” you mumble against his lips, the smile never leaving both your face.

“Anything for you, gorgeous” Tom says while slightly bumping your nose with his, making you giggle.

Once you pull away from each other Tom carefully cuts two generous slices of cake, giving you yours first and then serving himself. You can’t wait but take a mouthful of the delicious dessert, exhaling loudly at the savoury fruity flavour you always love.

You soon notice Tom standing again while taking one of the fresh bottles of champagne in his hands, starting to open it.

“Please, don’t hurt yourself... or me” you comment, half joking but also quite unsure.

“I’m a pro at it, darling, don’t worry!”

And he actually is. The sudden “pop” of the cork resonates in your apartment as Tom clumsily makes it in time to fill the two flute glasses before any champagne goes onto your carpet. Putting the bottle back in the ice bucket, Tom gives you your glass and sits again with his next to you. You can already the delicate smell of the fancy bubbly liquid filling your nostrils.

“Cheers, darling” Tom hums as he presents his flute glass to yours, once again locking eyes with you.

“Cheers, baby. And thank you so much again” you state, smiling, while clicking both glasses together.

After eating half of the cake and drinking one bottle of the bubbly wine - the second one already open, you and Tom are now a bit drunk, laughing for nothing and more touchy. You are actually hugging him, both legs resting over his thighs as you share another stupid story at work in between giggles. Tom lovingly listens to you (you’re not sure if he really does), his cheeks now pink from all the champagne as one arm surrounds your shoulders, his hand caressing along it.

Then a sneaky peck here quickly turns into languid and sloppy kisses there, including nibbling and grabbing at each other. In the end, you find yourself straddling Tom’s hips as both your lips seems stick to the other.

"Let me see my gift on you, darling. I waited way enough" Tom rasps, licking the flat of his tongue along the edge of your neck and up to the shell of your ear, where he paces his lips around it and sucks for a few seconds.

He smirks at the way both of your hands slide over his shoulders wanting to hold onto him. Tom then pulls back to show you his confident and smug expression that has you pursing your lips together. Damn him for being cute and hot at the same time... but why would you refuse this pleasant offer to him? Anyway, your mind is mostly filled with bubbles to make you think properly by now. And in a way too frisky mood.

So you part a little from your boyfriend, whose hands keep their grips onto your bottom. As you stare at him with blurry eyes, you then start fidgeting with the bottom of your shirt to tease Tom. At some point, when feeling him wriggle under you, the friction slowly killing him, you remove the shirt in one motion and throw it somewhere behind the couch and you can’t miss the almost animalistic growl leaving Tom’s mouth. Quickly proceeding with the little show, you then try to stand while putting your hands on his thighs for support and still between his legs, you get rid off your pyjama pants, now on total display for your boyfriend’s eyes only.

“Holy fuck-” Tom breaths out, licking his lips as he contemplates you up and down. “I’ve got fucking great tastes, you look damn ravishing darling” he then smirks as he lets you sit on him again, lifting your hands to caress his cheeks.

His expression softens a bit before meeting you in the middle for several kisses, his hands finally in contact with more skin. You barely manage to give him a sassy remark before Tom just rolls you both over, laying you down onto the couch before climbing on top of you. After pushing at your knees, he feels along all of your womanly curves making you feel warm and delightfully tingly.

“It’s not even my birthday but fuck does it feel like it” Tom groans over your frame, his eyes appreciating every inch of your exposed skin.

Giggling softly at him with red cheeks, you caress one of your hands down his still clothed chest and the other along his astute cheek bones, before encouraging him to come closer. When his muscular neck is in range, you lift up and kiss him all over, feeling empowered from the way he growls your name like he really enjoys the texture of your pink appendages.

"Ah- Tommy..." you moan softly right next to his ear when he tiptoes his fingers up your inner thigh to tease a few of his digits up and down against your lace panties.

Tom smirks at the way your body arched backwards and both of your hands cling to him, while he rasps seductively about the fact that he can feel you getting wet already. You pout at him while tugging at his shirt, which Tom gladly lets you pull off and toss to the floor.

“So... got another gift for me, baby?”

Giggling at your own question, you admire his muscular physique by outlining your finger tips along his hunky six pack. His skin looks a little pink and flustered because of all the champagne consumed maybe, but Tom quickly recovers by cupping your chin and pulling you to meet his lips for several warm and passionate kisses. The press of his tongue catches you off guard so much that you become dizzy with the hungry lap of his muscle all over your mouth, noting every slick surface you have to offer.

Unable to breath, you whimper into his mouth and he finally parts with an erotic sheen of lewd saliva connecting your tongues together. With desire and lust forming in his beautiful brown eyes, he leans down towards your chest and starts hastily to press his lips right between your breasts, each kiss more enticing and hungry as he keeps going.

Both of his hands caress over your stomach and hips, before toying with the edge of your panties. Getting now more aroused, you slowly ease your legs up and spread them apart, giving him an enticing view of the trail to your clothed core. You seductively whimper again, staring right at Tom as you trail your hands over your breasts and down between your legs.

“For fuck sake (Y/N)-”

His fine lips go back to kissing your knees, inner thighs and even against the soft silky material of your panties. However, even as you moan from the sensual sway of pleasure, Tom doesn't stop here and continues to edge his way up your stomach, enjoying the way you jitter as he licks your belly button and slides up between your breasts until he is sucking at a soft patch of your neck.

"Mhm, baby..." you practically purr to him, leaning your head back to allow the boy to have all the skin he wants.

Tom smirks against your soft flesh, subtly liking the sway of your hands that gently pet through his hair and down his smooth back muscles. He then sneaks his hands under your back to undo your bra, even though he clearly appreciates how more gorgeous you look wearing his new gift.

After leaving you at least two or three pulsating and vibrant love bites, Tom makes you softly gasp in surprise at the way he yanks your bra along your arms and immediately starts sucking on the closest nip. The hungry sway of his tongue has you moaning and leaning your head back to close your eyes, losing yourself to his enticing warm rhythm.

His other hand wrapped around the other breast squeezing, squishing and even rolling the perky little nub between his thumb and index finger, till he finally decides to move his lips over the other and shows it some love as well.

Tom admires how glossy and wet your tip appears, while rasping that every single part of your body belongs to him. Which he demonstrates by biting close to your nipple almost hard enough to leave light impressions of his teeth. A sharp gasp of his name escapes your lips the moment you feel the pleasurable type of pain his possessive desires want to give you. Once Tom is done nipping all over your breasts, he grins at the way you are panting and looking rather vulnerable beneath him.

"Mhm, I have an idea" Tom murmurs, freeing you from your bra completely before grabbing your hips and rolling with you. As you find yourself on top of your boyfriend again, the boy then encourages you to turn around until your knees are on either side of his head, his dark hungry eyes staring up at the damp circle that outlines your intimate lower lips.

Extending his tongue, Tom leans up and laps down the middle of your clothed slit.

"F-fuck, Tommy..." you pant, staring down at the very clear aroused outline of his hard cock, still covered with his jeans. Lifting one hand, you feel along his shape, biting your lip feeling just how much his girth wants to be set free.

While continuing to lick against your panties, Tom shamelessly grabs your ass, pulling down until your are basically sitting on his face. However, he seems to thoroughly enjoy this as he makes out passionately with your lips to soak your lingerie with his saliva and your combined arousal.

"You've made your panties so wet, baby... ‘must really feel turned on, uh?" he teases, making you squeak and jitter as he takes an intimate whiff against your clothed sex making it difficult for you to focus on unzipping his pants like you want to.

"Let’s take these off so I can really please my Birthday Girl..."

With warm cheeks you clumsily lift yourself up, making it easier for him to tug at your lace panties and toss them on the floor behind him. Just the heat from his eyes observing what makes you a woman is enough to have you tingling all over your body.

You murmur something incomprehensible, feeling absolutely sensational as he goes back to make out passionately with your lower lips and even presses his tongue into your folds.

Finding your own desire to make Tom feel good, you finally work his pants and boxers down enough to free his stout cock and immediately start licking him up and down while curling your fingers around the base. The rhythm your hand starts working on must feel amazing to him, because Tom pauses to groan in such a way that you feel the heat of his breath against your clit.

Adding your other hand, you pump his length from both sides while parting and wetting your lips with your tongue, before wrapping around the tip and bobbing back and forth. You feel his hips want more as they press up, wanting to feel more of your throat, such a motion making you feel powerful as you are now in control and clearly giving him a type of pleasure he enjoys a lot.

"Shit- you know I fucking like it when ya use your tongue like that, doll..." Tom grunts, getting off on the feeling of your muscle running along his girth you work more and more into your mouth.

But at some point you have to move both of your hands and just use them for stability, as you press against his thighs and try to give him a fast and deep pace.

Tom seems to all but forgets he is the one supposed to give you pleasure as well, but honestly you don’t mind as you can almost picture his flushed and trying not to groan facial features. His girth is completely enveloped by your luscious lips and nearly poking the back of your throat, which has you salivating heavily.

When you pull away with the slickest of sensations dripping from you chin, Tom nearly hisses as if he is in pain, but you quickly start pumping him with your hand. You then place your lips back against his tip, working this rhythm and unable to say out loud that you want to taste him. Still, you make sure he can feel your lips as you keep bobbing until Tom groans your name, pressing his hips up as he fills your throat with his bitter liquid.

Sliding off his member, your lips feel tingly and numb while you swallow his hot juices and wipe any excess from your chin.

"Damn Tom, y-you almost killed me there..." you pant to him, laying your head down against his knee as you complain about how he thrusted his hips at the last second and nearly had you gagging.

"I blame you for having such an irresistible mouth..." Tom snickers which makes your cheeks warm despite the small tired smile on your lips.

Turning his head, he now starts sucking at your inner thigh until a hickey is forming, as he promised to make you feel just as good as he did or even better.

You purr and close your eyes as Tom sensual licks a circle around your slit, enjoying the flavour of your womanhood that has your core glistening. As soon as he presses deep into your folds with the enamoring girth of his tongue, you moan loudly and squeeze your hands against his legs. It nearly feels like, if you ever let go of him, you would simply float away from how delightful the pleasure he is giving you feel.

"Oh... Tom... A-aah... I-I feel so lightheaded..."

Tom seems to like how desperate you sound as he firmly grabs your bottom again, pushing your core down onto his tongue as deeply as he can, and thrusting his thick muscle back and forth. Your mewls of pleasure feed his desire as he feels your body writhing and your hands gripping tightly at his strong thighs until your walls clench and soak his lips.

Sliding his hands to your hips, Tom pushes you to lay at his side - making sure you securely sit between the back of the couch and his body - while he licks at his lips. He then can’t help but chuckle at the hazy and dark blush that swarms your cheeks, still panting from your orgasm.

The boy proudly smirks, pushing fully at his pants and boxers to slide the rest of the way off his legs and crumple to the floor, leaving him just as naked as you are.

You can’t help but bite your bottom lip at his handsome and muscular body, before Tom eases back and curled his index finger at you. As if under a spell, you raise yourself and turn back around facing him before straddling his hips once again.

"So you want me to ride you, baby? Mhm, I like being on top" you smugly smile down to him with a small giggle, as you caress both hands up and down his chest while you edge down to meet his lips.

"Gotta admit this view isn't bad at all..." Tom chuckles as he drags his eyes up and down your womanly curves.

He can see absolutely everything you have to offer and he loves it so much. Then Tom’s hands caress your stomach, going up until he is fondling your breasts.

"Mmh, my turn, Tommy. Let me fully enjoy my gift..."

Pushing at his hands, you lean down and admire his pretty eyes before kissing his check tenderly and sliding down to his neck. Tom seems to enjoy the soft pecks you give his skin and encourages you to leave him a few hickeys.

After suckling a few patches of his delicious and smooth skin, you edge down his chest until you can tease his six pack with some tickling licks that may have him wiggling beneath you, indicating a slight ticklish aspect about him.

"(Y/N), you’re such a fucking tease... I'm about to just shove you down onto my co-"

"Shush, Tom" you laugh while kissing his stomach, cutting him off. "I’m the Birthday Girl today, so l can do whatever I want to you."

Lifting your hips, you make sure your core is right over his cock as you stroke him, but there is really no need because he is already hard again.

"Appreciate me another time, now I want to fuck you so bad."

You can’t help but snort, biting your lip as Tom pets your thighs. Giving into what your impatient boyfriend wants, you ease your wet lips down onto the tip of his cock, before pressing yourself all the way and leaning your head back to moan in delight from feeling so full.

"Ngh... Oh, Tom..." you praise, leaning forward to caress his chest while you let yourself get used to his girth.

After leaning over to give him a couple of kisses, while caressing his cheeks and up through his hair, you lift your hips and press yourself back down. You soon develop a nice and pleasurable rhythm for both of you, that instantly make you both moan while feeling his girth rub along your warm walls in accurate intimate details.

"Fuck- watching ya ride me is such a turn on, gorgeous..." Tom hazes, making you gasp and mewl his name as he cups his hands around your breast. He squeezes then rolls them with his entire palm, helping them jiggle even more than they already where which has you completely arching your back.

You keep whimpering as the boy completely devours you with the eyes. Once again with the idea of pleasuring you first, he yanks your body forward enough to claim one of your nips and sucks on your flesh roughly.

"O-oh, t-that feels so good... Oh Tommy, you're so deep inside me..." you purr into his ear, squeezing his shoulders to help yourself and stay balanced. But your legs start to tremble and the pace you are working at is dying down little by little from fatigue.

"Give me your fine ass, baby and lean into me" Tom husks as he reaches behind your back, sliding down your soft skin until his strong hands grope over your bottom, giving it a tight grip as you let out a squeal at the feeling.

You smile gratefully, wrapping your arms around his neck to then give him a long and warm smooch before Tom just starts slamming into your body as fast as he can.

"A-ah! Tommy! Oh, f-faster baby!" you praise him with countless moans, leaning your head over his shoulder to hold him tightly.

The feeling of your breasts rubbing up against his toned muscular one feels so utterly thrilling. Riding him so deeply and this erotically makes you feel like his perfect puzzle piece.

"S-shit, (Y/N)- I-I'm about to-"

"Y-you can... i-inside is safe, I’m on pill now" you assure him shakily, as you caress his cheek letting him know you have such an innate desire for him to just fill you to the brim.

Tom doesn’t have to be told twice as he roughly claims your lips and shoves his tongue down your throat, while slamming your ass down against his hips. Maybe your inner thighs would be a little red later from his desire filled friction, but you would get over it pretty quickly when this wild boy here would be the one to want to cuddle naked later.

Your head is spinning with the wild build of pleasure, your folds just throbbing in desperation as Tom pounds into your body over and over again, until you both manage to achieve a blissful release within seconds of each other. Your warm arousal drips down his cock, while his hot juices nicely coats your warm walls.

Within seconds of your orgasm you just collapse down against his sweaty body, laying your cheek against his chest as you keep panting like you have been deprived of air for several hours. The boy under you laughs at how exhausted you are, lifting you slowly from his member but without saying what he is really thinking about - which is how much he likes the feeling of you laying on top of him.

His hands wrap around your back and just relax there, leaning his head back against the couch, sighing in a content way. The sound of his heartbeat thumping brings a warm smile to your face as you raise yourself just enough to nuzzle against his neck.

Then you remember something, so you sit more properly on top of him and lightly leans over the coffee table. Intrigued, Tom just stares at you to then smiles as he sees you bring both your flute glasses closer, and after the bottle of champagne. You slowly fill the glasses, focus on what you are doing.

"Needed a drink?" he cheekily asks as sitting up himself, both his arms maintaining him in this position.

"I can’t refuse some fancy champagne, even less after sex" you giggle, sharing a kiss while you give him his glass.

You then take yours and Tom once again clinks your filled glasses together.

"Happy birthday, my beautiful (Y/N). I love you so much."

As you glance at him, you almost feel mesmerised by his actual look: eyes still glittering after your previous activity, hair going wildly in every direction, pink cheeks, a bit sweaty and naked. A sigh you would never get tired off. Smiling, you kiss him once again before taking a sip of the still cold bubbly beverage.

“So... keeping this new little tradition for every birthday?” you whisper behind your glass, sending your boyfriend a teasing grin.

“I mean, I can’t definitely say no to that...”

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multifandombookstore · 5 years ago

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Evil Russians

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader Genre: angst, fluff, smut Warnings: SPOILERS FOR SEASON THREE, evil Russians being evil, smutty fun time Summary: After secretly liking each other for so long, it’s only fair that they confess after being held captive by evil Russians.

As a senior in high school, I’d say I’ve accomplished quite a bit. I mean, I can’t really tell anyone about these accomplishments but they happened and I feel, well, accomplished.

It is a little weird being friends with middle schoolers, but they’re very cool middle schoolers!

Anyway, now everything is calm and peaceful. Plus, it’s summer! Summer is literally the best. Though, I had to get a job. And, of course, the king himself helped me to get a job. Scoops Ahoy is actually pretty chill, literally and figuratively.

The best part is I get to hang out with Steve, my crush since freshman year.

I’ve been best friends with Nancy since we were practically in diapers. We grew up together, seeing as how I live across the street. When she and Steve started to become a thing, my heart was practically ripped from my chest.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I have feelings for it. Mainly because my heart is no longer in my chest because it’s been ripped out.

Thanks to her though, Steve and I became friends. So, I guess I can thank her in that aspect.

When they broke up though, I had never been happier. I couldn’t tell them that though, but I was. We were all still a team though, working to defeat evil.

When Nancy got with Jonathon, I finally told her about my feelings for Steve. She felt like a jerk but I told her it wasn’t her fault, seeing as how I never told her till now how I felt about him. I’m just glad I have someone to go to when I want to rant about Steve.

Anyway, Steve got me the job and we’ve only gotten closer. Plus, I gained Robin as a new best friend. Steve lowkey hates it but I don’t care. Robin is really cool and I don’t see why he can’t see that.

As of right now, Scoops Ahoy is as chill as ever. Steve and I are on our break right now, hiding in the back and eating ice cream. Steve gets up and starts to head to the front when he hears a familiar voice, his face lighting up. He slams the door open and shouts, “Henderson!”

I quickly stand up as well, dashing upfront with a big grin.

“You got the job!”

“I got the job!”

“Toothless!” I screech as I appear upfront, running to him to hug him. He groans as he returns the hug, playfully scowling at me.

“I told you not to call me that anymore,” he whines as he pulls away, smiling as Steve comes up to do their handshake.

I giggle and shake my head, going around the counter to get him some ice cream for the munchkin. “How many children are you friends with?” Robin teases Steve. I snort and playfully elbow her as I start to scoop ice cream up for Dustin.

We then all sit down in a booth, Dustin beaming as I hand him his ice cream. “You’re a goddess,” he whispers to me, licking his lips as he eyes the ice cream before digging in.

He then starts telling us about his girlfriend, my heart soaring for the little dude. Things take a turn when he starts telling us about the Russians. I was intrigued instantly.

Steve was not though. He had trouble believing such a thing, despite what he’s seen and done. That is until Dustin started telling him that they’d be American heroes and get all the girls they want. I hide my frown by eating some of Dustin’s ice cream which he didn’t mind at all.

That’s when the chaos issued. We spied around the mall looking for suspicious people, following one dude who ended up just being a pilates instructor or something.

We then started to decipher the message that the Russians were using to talk in secret code. Man, without me, they’d be completely lost and would’ve gotten nowhere.

We then got the annoying girl to climb into a vent and let us into the storage unit the evil Russians are using. That ended up being an elevator. And that ended up trapping us underground.

Then, one thing led to another and now, I’m tied up in a room by myself.

I don’t bother shouting for help, knowing it’s pointless. A general came in and started to interrogate me, trying to ask who I work for and basic kidnapping the enemy questions. Not to brag or anything, but I’m a great liar. I told them, unknowingly, exactly what Steve told them.

With each lie, they slap me across the face. I bite back my tears, laughing instead to appear strong. Or crazy. Either is fine in this situation. Eventually, they had enough of me and left, probably to interrogate Steve.

After sitting in the uncomfortable chair for who knows how long, two men come back into the plain room and pick me up. They then continue to drag me to a different room, throwing me into it. Luckily for me, and not so lucky for Steve, I land on top of him.

Not that he would’ve felt it, seeing as how he’s knocked out. My heart breaks at the sight of his swollen face and all the blood. I call his name as I lightly shake him, feeling myself on the verge of tears.

As soon as the general comes in, I start to yell at him, asking him what he did to Steve. He slaps me across the face for the nth time, my already lightly bruised and red cheek feeling the sharp sting.

A man then picks me up, practically throwing me into a chair and starting to tie us up. I struggle as I call out to Steve.

“Steve! Steve, can you hear me? Steve, wake up! Hey, don’t touch him!”

The men leave after I spit in the general’s face, smiling cheekily at him. As soon as they’re gone, I start trying to wake up Steve again.

He wakes up eventually, my body relaxing a bit knowing he’s okay. “Steve! Oh, thank god! Okay, I have a plan!”

He smiles to himself, lightly shaking his head. You always have a plan.

I explain the plan to him, hearing him agree that getting the scissors is smart. We start to hop over towards them before falling over, my eyes tearing up.

This is hopeless. We are legit going to die. Here of all places. After everything we’ve been up against. This is what kills us.

My body starts to shake as I cry, biting my lip hard to try and get me to stop.

Steve starts to laugh, turning his head to try and look at me. “Are you laughing?” he asks while chuckling.

I then sniffle, his laughter instantly dying.

“Hey, woah. What’s with the tears, Shortcake?” he says lightly. I smile at the pet name, my crying calming a bit. He started calling me that for two reasons.

1. I’m shorter than him

2. Strawberry Shortcake is my favorite ice cream flavor to eat while working

“It’s just...I can’t believe I’m going to die in an evil Russians’ basement with you. After everything we’ve been through. That’s just insane.”

He chuckles a bit, shaking his head. “We aren’t going to die here. As you said, we’ve been up against much, much worse.”

I calm down at the sound of his voice, biting my lip. “Can you...talk some more?” I whisper, sniffling again.

Steve goes quiet and I start to blush. That’s so stupid. I go to tell him sorry and that I’m stupid when he starts to talk.

“Do you remember in gym class when the boys were playing basketball and that stupid Hargrove guy kept smacking the ball out of my hand and shoving me to the floor?”

I sniffle once more and nod my head, wishing I could wipe my face. “Yeah, why?” I ask softly.

He laughs as he starts to shake his head, smiling as he recalls the day.

“After the game was over, you marched right up to Hargrove and challenged him to a one on one game. Everyone thought you were way out of your league. You only played basketball in sixth grade and absolutely hated it. But you challenged him anyway.”

I close my eyes and picture it, remembering it like it was yesterday.

“You said whoever gets a basket first wins. He was so cocky, smirking at you as he stared down at you with his stupid, flirty eyes.”

You laugh at the last part, feeling much better than before.

“One of his ugly friends through the ball up for you both. Billy didn’t even bother jumping. He just let you get the ball, smirking that horrible smirk of his. As soon as you started running towards your goal, he followed after you.”

You start to smile more, waiting for the climax of the story.

“He ran in front of you when you reached the free-throw line, jumping to block your shot. Your sly self faked the jump and then jumped as he came down. You shot that ball right into the net and left everyone speechless. You then sashayed away from him with a proud smirk on your face, right over to me.”

I let out a happy sigh, reminiscing on the face Billy had when I faked him out and made the shot.

“It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen you do.”

I instantly go speechless at that, my jaw hanging open. “That, out of all things, is the hottest? What about when I took your spiked bat from you and hit the Demogorgon right in the face? That did nothing to you?”

He laughs loudly at your response, nodding his head even though you can’t see him. “No, no. That’s hot too. I can’t brag to people about that though.”

He once again renders me speechless. Does he brag about me to people? When I don’t give him a response, he keeps going.

“(Y/n), there’s something I’ve been mea—”

Just then, the evil Russians return with their doctor. They give us some weird looking blue shot and then leave again. Steve and I sit there for a long moment, trying to figure out if we feel any different.

That’s when we start acting like crackheads on steroids.

“You know earlier when I called you hot?” Steve asks while giggling like a fool.

I giggle and nod my head, laughing harder when I remember that he can’t see me.

“Yeah,” I say after I calm down my laughter.

“Yeah, well, you’re like really hot,” Steve says as if it’s the funniest thing he’s ever said in his life.

I giggle at his words, finding him absolutely ridiculous. “Oh yeah? Well, I think you’re insanely hot,” I argue.

He calms his laughter to chuckling to reply to me. “Yeah, well, I think you’re, like, crazy hot.”

It then goes back and forth like that until we are interrupted again. The general and his men come back, trying to ask us questions again. We once again give them nothing, only angering the general more.

Alarms then start to go off. I can already tell that Steve is smirking up at the general. Everyone except for the doctor runs out. I start to mock the siren, making Steve laugh and the doctor to get annoyed.

It didn’t take long for Dustin to bust in and shock the doctor, sending him crippling to the ground.

“Henderson!” Steve shouts happily at the same time I call out, “Toothless!”

The young boy then goes about rescuing us, bringing us to a movie theater. I happily munch on the popcorn as we watch the movie, completely confused as to what is going on. I go to take a drink of the soda we got when I realize it’s empty.

Steve drank it all.

“Stevie!” I whine too loudly, making people shush us. Steve and I turn around and shush the people right back, making us giggle. I then get up to go get something else to drink, Steve following right after me. I drink from the water fountain for what felt like forever until Steve was complaining that he wants some too.

I pull away and step to the side, allowing Steve to drink from the fountain. He pulls away after a moment and complains that he has to pee. I snort at him as we walk to the restrooms, saying dumb stuff on the way.

I sit in one of the stalls as he pees, making fun of him for the way it sounds. Out of nowhere, we both feel sick. I lean over the toilet and empty my insides into it, hearing Steve doing the same thing. I groan as I hold my head, flushing the toilet. Steve didn’t sound any better than I did.

Once we start to feel better, we start to talk again. We mainly talked about all the stupid stuff we said while drugged. We laugh afterward, eventually calming down and falling silent.

“Hey, (Y/n),” Steve calls softly from his stall.

I look up towards his stall as if I can see him. “Yeah?”

It’s silent for another minute until he speaks. “I don’t know if you remember or not...but back in the evil Russians’ basement, we kept going back and forth about how the other is hotter. Um...”

He trails off again, making me frown. I can feel a blush settling on my cheeks at the memory, mentally moving that memory to my longterm memory. I never want to forget that moment.

“Before the evil dudes came back, I was going to tell you something,” he says softly. I remain quiet for a long time, my heart starting to race. Is this going where I think it’s going?

“(Y/n), I like you,” he whispers so softly that I have to strain my ears to hear it. My jaw unhinges to the floor I’m sitting on, staring at the stall wall in shock. I almost yelp when he suddenly slides under the wall, looking at me with furrowed brows as he waits for my response.

I guess I take too long because he quickly starts to back-peddle, a dark, embarrassed blush coming to his face. “Oh, uh, sorry! Please ignore that. Oh jeez, sorry. I-”

“Harrington, shut it. If we both didn’t just puke up our intestines, I’d kiss you right now.” That definitely makes him stop rambling, a wide grin coming to his face.

“Can I kiss you anyways? I’ve been dying to kiss you for the longest time,” he begs. Your nose wrinkles as you stand, dusting yourself off before offering him a hand. He takes it and you help pull him up as you respond.

“Not happening, pretty boy. As soon as we brush our teeth, I’m all yours. Until then, how about a hug?” I offer.

He grins brighter than the sun as he quickly wraps his arms around my shoulders, my arms going around his waist. We start to crack up when someone comes into the restroom and sees us standing in the open stall hugging.

Once we defeat the mind flayer, a heavy weight left my body. We defeated a new enemy, hopefully for good this time, and Steve and I confessed to each other.

I don't think I've ever felt happier. Steve insists on taking me home after the ambulance checks us out, giving us permission to go home. I accept, wanting to fall asleep in his arms.

Unlike Nancy's parents, my parents are pretty chill and don't care that I have a boy up in my room. They trust me, so they trust my decisions. They just want him to be gone by a certain time and to keep the door open, but other than that, they don't really care.

I let Steve take a shower in my shower while I go to take a shower in my parent's room. Before I go to take mine though, I get some of my dad's clothes for Steve to borrow. I let him use his pajama pants, that have strings that he can tie tight seeing as how they are two completely different sizes, and a random, old shirt.

I come back to my room and set the clothes on the bed for him, letting Steve know before going to take my shower. Halfway through my shower, I curse myself for being so dumb.

I got Steve a change of clothes but forgot my own. Gosh, it's like something out of a cheesy romance movie.

I finish up with my shower and wrap the towel around my cold body, grunting as I quickly go to my room. My parents are downstairs watching a movie, so I didn't have to worry about them seeing me.

I just had to worry about Steve.

I was hoping that I could beat him to my room and get dressed before he finished his shower but when I open the door, Steve is fully dressed and lounging on my bed playing on his phone.

"Man, girls take such long showe- oh..."

My face goes vibrant red as we make eye contact, my heart lurching up to my throat. We stare at each other for a long moment before his eyes starting to wander, looking at the water droplets that are dripping down from my hair onto my bare skin.

He clears his throat before quickly turning away, rolling over on the bed to give me some privacy. "Sorry," he says softly. I smile at his apology, giggling as I head over towards my dresser.

"For what?' I tease, getting out pajama shorts. I toss those on the opposite side of the bed before closing that drawer and pulling out another one. I get out a pair of old underwear before pausing, biting my lip. I put them back and pull out a pair of my nice, lacy panties.

Just in case.

Steve starts to stutter at my question, not really sure what he's apologizing for either. I chuckle at his stuttering, walking to my closet and getting a hoodie out. I decided to skip on the bra seeing as how we are just going to be chilling in my bed.

"I'm just teasing," I reply as I walk to my bed, making sure Steve's back is to me before dropping my towel. I see him tense when he hears the towel, hit the floor. I quickly slip on my panties before slipping on my hoodie, sliding my shorts on last.

"You're good," I say as I pick up the towel to dry my hair. He slowly rolls over to look up over at me, smiling when he sees me.

"What?" I ask with my own smile, a blush growing on my face.

"Nothing, nothing. You just...you're so beautiful," he whispers, smiling like the dork he is. My blush only gets worse, playfully hitting him with my towel.

"Shut up! You're just trying to get into my pants!" I jokingly shout, making sure to be quiet enough so that my parents don't hear me. He laughs in response, tugging me onto the bed. He pulls me flush against him, smirking down at me.

"Maybe," he jokes, looking serious as he says it. I stare up at him wide-eyed, trying to think of a good response. With our bodies pressed so closely together, I began to wonder if he could feel my pounding heart against him.

Before I can think of anything a moment more, his lips meet mine. All coherent thoughts leave my mind after that. I hum into the kiss, slowly deepening it. He hums back when he feels my tongue slide out, gratefully accepting it into his mouth.

We make out like that for a while, simply holding each other as we let our mouths explore the other's. After a while, our hands start to wander. His hands slip under my hoodie, staying respectfully on my hips. I internally groan at how much of a gentleman he is, wanting him to take charge and ravish me.

I pull my hands away from his abdomen to pull his hands to my breasts, moaning when he gets with the program. He flips over me, squeezing my breasts as he pulls away from my mouth to kiss down my neck. I pant as I stare up a the ceiling, trying to wrap my head around the fact that we are actually doing this. The amount of times I've daydreamed in class or have woken up wet from a wet dream of him is ridiculous.

Finally, those dreams are coming true.

I moan louder when one of his hands leave my breasts to go to my heat, rubbing me through my panties. He brings his head away from my neck to look down at me, shushing me gently.

"You have to be quiet, baby. The door is open and I'd rather not be shot by your dad if he catches us in this position."

I nod my head, taking a deep breath as I bite onto my lip. "Have you ever done...this before?" he whispers to me as his fingers rub over my clothed clit.

I shake my head as I let out a shaky breath, my hands tightly gripping my covers. "No...not with someone else, anyway..." I reply sheepishly. His eyes widen at my words, for many reasons.

For one, he's glad that he'll be the first one to be with me. Second of all, not with someone else but with...

He smirks devilishly as he pieces it together. "Do you have toys?" he asks in a new tone I've never heard before. It's deeper, darker.

"I, um, uh..." I stutter out, trying to find a good way to deny his accusations.

He practically growls as he moves my panties to the side and slips a finger inside of me. "God, I knew you were hot but this is just insane," he says lowly as he pumps his finger.

"I can imagine you lied out on your bed, pumping one of your toys in and out of y-"

I quickly tig him down to keep me from moaning. Dirty talk is one of my weaknesses. A sound leaves his throat as he slips another finger inside, making me moan against his lips. He takes the chance to slide his tongue into my mouth, his free hand pinching one of my nipples. My head gets dizzy at all the different sensations, my body starting to shake.

Before I can stop myself or warn him, I'm cumming. I cover my mouth as I do so, knowing I'll end up being loud.

His eyes widen as he watches me, his fingers slowing down as I clench around them. After a couple of seconds, he feels his fingers get wetter and hears the squelching noise increase as he moves his fingers.

He pulls his fingers out slowly with wide eyes, watching his fingers retreat from my core. He opens and closes his fingers, watching the strings of my juices drip down his fingers and make his hand even dirtier.

I watch him with half-lidded eyes, my breathing making my chest rise and fall rapidly. He slowly brings his fingers to his lips, making eye contact with you as he licks at his fingers.

I can't help but moan, shaking my head as my hips jolt up towards him. I bring my hand to his pants, palming him through his bottoms. He stops licking his fingers at that, grunting as he looks down at my hands.

He bites his lip as he wipes his hand on his pants before slipping them off. I gape when his member springs free, hitting his abdomen. I forgot he's not wearing any underwear. I mewl at the realization, bringing my hand to his hard member to start pumping it.

He bites his lip as he watches my hand move, his body tensing. I then bring my hand to my mouth, licking from my palm to my fingers before bringing my hand back. My hand now easily glides up and down, his hips jutting forward occasionally.

After a couple of minutes of giving him a handjob, he shakily pulls my hand away. He brings his hands to my shorts, looking up at me through his long hair.

"Can I?" he whispers, voice thick with want. I quickly nod my head, wanting nothing more. He slowly slips my shorts and panties off, groaning at the sight of my dripping heat.

"God, you can't be real," he groans, pumping his member as he stares at my opening for a moment before looking up into my eyes.

"Condom?" he whispers, smiling when he sees my flushed cheeks. I always get flustered so easily. I gulp at his question and shake my head, licking my lips.

"No. I didn't exactly think that I'd be having sex with Steve The-Hair Harrington," I joke, my voice shakey from excitement. His face falls at my words, quietly cursing.

He starts to pull away from me, okay with doing oral, before I stop him. "Hey," I say softly, bringing his eyes to mine. "I trust you," I whisper.

His eyes widen, his body going rigid. "I...you...what?" I giggle at his stuttering, running my hand through his hair.

"I trust you. Just, please, don't cum in me," I tease. His face breaks out with color, making me giggle more. He nods his head though and brings his hips down, rubbing his member through my slick to get himself wet enough to not hurt me when he pushes in.

When he finally does though, both of us can't help but moan. He then starts to thrust nice and slow, wanting it to be slow and sensual for our first time. We smile softly at each other before we start to kiss, this kiss being as slow as his thrusts.

Even with the slow pace, I cum quickly. I'm not used to this in any way and plus, I've already came once, so I'm sensitive. He moans quietly when he feels me clench around him, knowing I came again.

He hisses as he gets close, quickly pulling out and jacking off until he cums on my stomach.

We pant as we stare at each other with lidded eyes, Steve slowly falling to my side.

"Great. Now, I'll have to shower again," I joke as I cuddle into him, making him chuckle and kiss my forehead.

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spnfanficpond · 4 years ago

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Pond Diving - Katelynw93

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“Don’t Be Koi About It” - All About You

Name: Katelyn, but most people call me Kate, Katie or sometimes even Kat.

Age: 27

Location: Originally from Kansas, but have been located in Upstate NY for the last six years.

URL: @katelynw93

Why did you choose your URL: It’s usually the username that I use for everything and if I’m being honest, I’m not very creative when it comes to titles or names. Lol. I’ve been meaning to change it; I just need to decide on what.

What inspired you to become a writer: Well, when I was in middle school (maybe seventh or eighth grade), my best friend and I decided to write a story together and post it on a fanfiction site (Can’t remember the site name, though.) And I just loved it. We never did finish that story. Lol. But eventually I started branching out and found some roleplay writing sites.

How long have you been writing: Started writing in middle school (2006/2007), but really got into it in 2009 with RP. However, September of this year (2020) was the first year I started really writing fics by myself and opening posting them.

What do you do when you are not writing i.e. Job/Hobbies etc? I work a lot, usually an average of 40+ hours a week; I am a manager at a popular food chain restaurant and on the weekends, a cashier at a gas station to provide a little extra cash for my family. When I’m not working, my time is spent with my two kids; Alekzander (Zander) who just turned five this past November and Lincoln (Link) who will be two in February. Outside of work and my family, I’m usually writing. Sometimes if I’m feeling extra creative or inspired, I’ll create a few crackships for couples I really enjoy. Lol.

How long have you been in the SPN Fandom? I actually found Supernatural around the same time I started writing, so back in ninth grade, so 2008/2009. It was honestly an accident too, because I was searching for Smallville episodes (I have an unhealthy addiction to Superman and DC/Marvel.) and stumbled upon an ad for Supernatural. Was instantly intrigued and fell in love. Seasons 1 - 5 (the Kripke era) are my favorite.

Are you in any other fandoms and do you write for them? Oh yea, I love TV shows and movies, and as I’ve already stated above, I love DC and Marvel. I’ve also written for Grey’s Anatomy and am willing to write for more, but SPN, DC and Grey’s are currently the only ones I’ve written for. I love The Vampire Diaries, One Tree Hill, Private Practice, Station 19, 9-1-1, Game of Thrones, The Witcher, Merlin, Dexter, Psych, and so, so many more. There are too many to list. Lol.

Do you do any writing outside of fanfiction? If so, tell us about it? Other than RPing, not really. I mean, I did try to do an original story with my friend when I was younger, but it never went anywhere. But I am willing to try someday.

Favorite published author: Other than the really big authors like; J.K. Rowling, George R.R. Martin, Jim Butcher, Nicholas Sparks, Suszanne Collins, I really like (and maybe it’s cliche) Stephenie Meyer. The Twilight Saga made me fall in love with reading and eventually, that love led me to writing. Those books hold a special place in my heart.

Have you ever read a book that made an impact on your life? Which one and why?: Well, I guess I sort of answered that one already. But there truly are so many amazing books out there and still so many more to discover.

Favorite genre of fanfic (smut, angst, fluff, crack, rpf, etc): Oh man, I’m not gonna lie, a majority of what I read is probably smut. But I am particularly fond of angst. I want you to make me cry. Really dig and stab into my emotions. Lol. And then come back in with some fluff. Haha.

Favorite piece of your own writing: Well, that would have to be Sweet Cherry Pie because it was really the first piece I’ve ever finished and published online. It was inspired by an RP that I am currently involved in and they are my favorite couple in said RP. It got so much positive feedback after I shared it that it inspired me to keep writing. I was so nervous about posting it, but I am glad I did.

Most underrated fic you have written: Oh I’m not sure. Maybe Love Bites. I am a sucker for Supernatural and The Vampire Diaries crossovers. I really loved writing this fic and am eager to write more.

Story of yours that you’d most like to see turned into a movie/tv show: Oh damn, um, it’d be cool to see any of them like that. But maybe Sweet Cherry Pie or Out of the Fire (my firefighter!Dean series).

Favorite Tumblr Writer(s): There are so many, but I usually find myself reading work from; @impala-dreamer, @katehuntington @deanwanddamons, @muchamusedaboutnothing.

Favorite Fic from another writer: This one is tough because there are so many amazing fics out there, especially ones that I adddddore; but if forced to choose, one story that will always stick with me would have to be Treacherous by @idkhaylijah OR The Sullivan Series by Kate Huntington

Favorite character to write: Dean Winchester. I adore Dean and he’s probably the easiest for me to write. I have written the most fics with him and I portray him often in the RPs that I do.

Favorite Pairing to write: Dean with anyone, but my favorite would be Dean x Caroline.

Least favorite character to write (and why): That’s a tough one, cause there’s not really any that I’m uncomfortable with or dislike writing. Maybe characters with accents, because I don’t really know how to capture that in writing yet? I’m pretty open with my writing and am willing to try mostly anything.

Do you have anyone you consider a mentor? Oh definitely. When I first started RPing, there was another girl (Jocelyn) that I used to write with and she influenced a lot of my writing. She was older than me and had more experience and gave me a lot of tips on how to get better. She is an amazing writer and had the potential of going far with it, but life happens and unfortunately, she doesn’t write anymore. But she is booming on Youtube, so that’s pretty impressive. It’s pretty cool to see how far she’s come.

Do you have any aspirations involving your writing? I used to want to be a journalist when I was younger, but other than that, not really. I just want to have fun with it and write something meaningful for someone, and always improve and get better.

How many work-in-progress stories do you have: I have a few ideas jotted down, maybe ten, but I haven’t actually started any of them. I have so many bingo cards I need to finish, but with my work schedule, it’s been pretty crazy.

What are you currently working on? My main project is Out of the Fire.

“Pond Diving” - All About The Writing

What/who has had the biggest influence on your writing? Definitely the RPing that I’ve done and am currently doing. My friend Alesha has been the longest RP partner that I’ve had and her writing is phenomenal - and it helps a lot too when your mind's work in similar ways; her and I always seem to be on the same wavelength when it comes to writing. I love it. But like me, she has a very busy schedule and writing is limited.

Best writing advice you've been given: Have fun with it, write what you want to write and always be open to helpful criticism. And don’t stress about it, either. Write in your own time. It’s meant to be fun, not stressful.

Biggest obstacle you’ve faced in your writing: Just finding the time to write and getting over being so self conscious about my writing. I don’t let anyone in my real life read what I write.

What aspects of writing do you find difficult when you write fanfiction? Just capturing the personalities of the canon characters sometimes; if it’s a character I’m not used to writing, I worry about portraying them the right way. And I have trouble individualizing the characters (separating them from myself/my own personality), like when I create an OC for an RP, sometimes when I have too many, their personalities all become the same in ways (if that makes sense?). And accents. I have trouble with accents. Oh, and fight/action scenes. They take me a bit.

Is there anything you want to write but are afraid to (and why): I am always going to be afraid, no matter what it is that I’m writing, because I worry about it succeeding. I want to write for other fandoms though, I guess, but like I said, I worry about capturing the characters right and having a decent storyline that is unique.

What inspires/motivates you to write: Honestly, positive feedback. I love hearing what people think about my writing and it motivates me to continue.

How do you deal with self-doubt: That’s a tough one. I guess I just look towards my writing friends or beta’s for reassurance or I go back and read the positive comments and likes on the fics I’ve already shared. It encourages me to continue.

How do you deal with writer's block: I usually listen to music and I’ll look up gifs of my favorite characters, create stories in my head with those gifs or I’ll create gif sets of specific scenes. If that doesn’t work, I’ll take a break and watch one of my favorite TV shows for inspiration.

Do you plan/outline your story before you start: For my RPs, I have a group chat with those I’m writing with and we usually shoot ideas back and forth, but mostly we wing it. For my fics, I normally just wing it, but with Out of the Fire, I have a rough idea of what I want from each part. With that said, my ideas or plans often change as I’m writing. These characters have a mind of their own sometimes. Lol.

Do you have any weird writing habits: I don’t know about any weird habits, but I always have music on and I guess I have to do it in spurts. I’ll write a few paragraphs or sentences, pause and scroll tumblr or facebook or gifs, and then go back, reread what I wrote and then write a few more. Rise and repeat.

Have you ever received hateful comments on your fic and how do you deal with it? So far, no I haven’t, and I hope I don’t ever have to deal with that. But I know it’s bound to happen. I guess if I were to ever encounter that, I’d like to say that I’ll take it as a learning experience but I honestly don’t know I’d feel about that.

Conversely: what’s been some of your favorite feedback on your fanfic? Oh man, I guess my favorite would have to be ellewritesfix05 reaction to the secret santa fic I wrote for her; Dean Fucking Winchester. And all the positive feedback I’ve gotten for Out of the Fire.

If you could give one piece of advice to a new and/or struggling writer, what would it be? Have fun with it. Write what you want and what you’re comfortable with. Don’t be afraid of constructive criticism and most importantly, don’t stress. Writing is fun.

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ticklikeabomb · 5 years ago

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One-shot : Noises

Pairing : Loki x Plus Size Reader

Warnings : Language, Innuendos, Sexy Times, Implied Smut (18+)

Word Count : 1.6k

Requested by @scorpionchild81 : How about a Loki x reader oneshot: they give each other a back-massage in readers room, but some passbying Avengers hears yells coming from inside the room that makes them wonder... - (based on sentences overheard from outside a spa-lounge back home) "Put your back into it! Do it harder! You are so damn tight! Oh fuck me, your hands feel so good!" True story...

It wasn’t a secret for anyone crossing the compound’s tower that there was some kind of animosity between you and Loki. Both of you were stubborn, always trying to prove the other wrong and seeking for the final word. That kind of behaviour would probably annoy the God of Mischief in a normal period of time, especially coming from a mere mortal, but somehow it was different when it regarded you. He found it challenging, always on the edge of his seat, even going so far as saying, a necessary surviving mechanism. The most simple and ridiculous thing would be the beginning of a feud, sometimes out of boredom and the most time out of provocation. It’s simple: You and Loki loved to argue. It was your definition of fun. A funny game that annoyed the hell out of the other members.

Today wasn’t any different. You arrived at the kitchen in a particular bad mood due to the lack of sleep and were greeted by the delight that is of hearing Loki’s unique way of greeting you. “Someone looks ravishingly terrible”, he said while taking a gulp of his coffee. The side-eye you gave him would make anyone else tremble but not him, who just cockily smirked. “You sound amazingly annoying. As per usual”, you replied not even sparing him another look. “Well that’s a great way to start the day off”, commented Tony under his breath. “And who’s fault is it?”, you told the billionaire. “Guys, please can we for once eat in peace?”, quickly intervened before you had the chance to bark anything out. Loki found it amusing to shapeshift as Steve and impersonate him. You rolled your eyes and sat next to Bucky, completely ignoring Loki. You were so caught in conversation with the former assassin that you didn’t notice Loki’s brows frowned, anger boiling inside him, seeing you talk so easily and animated with another man.

Thor leaned in and whispered at his brother’s ear, “Careful brother, your inner jealousy is showing off.” “Don’t be ridiculous”, spat Loki to a smiling Thor. “Whatever makes you sleep better”, replied the latter. Disregarding him, Loki turned to Tony and asked what was the mission of the day. “It’s a simple recon in Brussels. Small team: Steve, Bucky, Sam, Nat and Wanda. Nothing special.”

“If it’s nothing special why don’t you send me in and I’ll get it done by myself in less time than you can sayTheistareykjarbunga ”. “What did you just call me?”, asked Tony jokingly. “It’s the name of… never mind”, replied Loki once he saw Tony’s amused expression. “As tempting as that sounds, the plan’s already set in motion. You’ll have to find a way to pass time here.” Loki’s gaze locked on you and smirked in anticipation. “Maybe I could help Y/N get the stick out of her ass.” Your eyes widened and mouth fell open for second before you regained some composure and turned towards Thor, “Tangled how much do you love him? Like in a scale from ‘very much’ to ‘not at all I will be glad for you to murder him’ wise?” Your question made some of the Avengers laugh and Loki’s dark gaze intensify. “You would miss me too much”, replied Loki. “Keep telling yourself that”, you said before cleaning up your things and leaving the kitchen. Steve turned to Loki and shook his head, “Why are you like this man?”, to which Loki only smirked.

After the designated team members left for the mission, you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y who were the others. “Bruce, Tony and Rhodes are in the lab and required no disturb of any kind. Peter, Thor, Scott and Vision left for a baseball match and Loki is at the library.” You sighed, realising the only human interaction was either none of with the God of Mischief. “Should I inform King Loki of you presence?” “King? What? No..NOO absolutely not. I’d rather die of boredom alone than having to hear him once more today.”

“Awn don’t be like that pet”, suddenly Loki’s voice filled your room. Since you were in your private cacoon you didn’t bother to put on a shirt and were in a shorts and bra. You covered your chest with your arms and yelled, “WTF LOKI WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM??? GET OUT” He stretched out his hands as a sign of no harm, “Wow sorry I ddin’t… know you..were half naked.” “NO SHIT, GET OUT” He turned around but didn’t leave. “Look, I’m bored, I’ve finished all the books from the library, twice and since you’re the only one available, I thought we could do something together.” You grabbed a shirt that was lying next your bed an put it on. “And of course, you thought the best way was to teleport you inside my room easy peasy without consequences. Besides, what happened ‘to get the stick out of my ass’. Now I’m good enough for your highness’s attention. And why is F.R.I.D.A.Y. calling you ‘King Loki’?”, you rambled furiously.

He disappeared in the middle of your rambling and you heard knocks. You opened up and say him leaning against the door frame. “I’m sorry for what I said this morning, I don’t think your uptight. May I come in?”, he spoke seductively. You narrowed your eyes but eventually let him in. “Apologizing is not really your fortey.” “Accepting them is not yours”, he replied. “Touché”. You sat at the edge of your bed and saw him wander around your room, looking at the pictures on the wall. “What do you want?”, you finally asked tiredly. “I don’t know. Do something. Pass time.” You turned around and felt your back crack and let out a shaky breath. “Need a back massage dear?”, he asked intrigued. “What? No.”

His piercing gaze reading you like a map he exclaimed, “Are you sure? It seems to me that your back hurts and a massage would be the remedy to it.” He saw you consider it before frowning again. “Ah ah ah, before you say anything, please let me help you. Let’s say it’s a way to repay you for that stupid comment this morning.” “Loki I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” He shrugged, “Why not? We’re both adults. If it becomes too much you just say and I’ll stop. Trust me on this one.”

“Fine”, you gave up and laid on the bed. You passed him your lotion from the nightstand and lifted you shirt off. “Relax”, he whispered. It was hard to relax, when you had a tall, (hot), dark haired, God sitting on your ass while his hands were wandering your back.

Meanwhile, the team came back from their mission, exhausted. They chatted through the facility’s corridors while heading to their rooms who were at the same floor as yours. “Yeah and did you see his face when…hold on what’s that noise?”, asked Sam. “What noise?”, exclaimed Wanda.

“Oh come on, you could put your back into it. I’m barely feeling you.” “DO IT HARDER !”

“What the fuck”, mumbled Bucky.

“Yes…yes, like that Loki. Shit your hands feel so good. So..fuck me..yes harder, just like that”, your voice rang out load.

“I guess they finally came to a way to blow off some stream. Finally”, commented Natasha.

“LOKII YES THERE, RIGHT THERE, DON’T STOP”, the team heard you and they tried to suppress their laughs when they saw Steve’s bet red face. The team decided to split and head towards their respective rooms.

“Wow, thanks. I guess I really needed that”, you mumbled in contempt. He leaned forward and pressed a small kiss on your shoulder. “It was my pleasure.” He laid down next to you and caressed your hair. “Sorry about the noise”, you said a little embarrassed. He chuckled and told you that the team arrived. “Do you think they know?”, you asked him. “Hmm I doubt it, but something tells me that they heard you.” “Shiiiittt, we were so close man.”

“Can you believe that we were this close to sabotage their bet and gain the whole cash”, you whined in frustration. “That we were but I’m glad that it’s finally over. I don’t want to hide anymore”, he said. “Me neither. For a bunch of spies and superheroes, they suck at knowing their team members. It’s gonna be our second anniversary and they have no clue”, you laughed. Lifting yourself up and crawling above him leaving feather like kisses on his abdomen, you smirked feeling his breath hitch. You hand travelled down and felt him completely comply to your touch. “Someone’s eager”, you teased. “Y/N you driving me crazy. Since this morning, when you dared showing up with your post sex hair at the kitchen till now, you’ve been having me to the edge.” You hummed and started taking care of your man.

You and Loki entered the kitchen smiling and laughing at something when you turned to the Avengers who were smirking. “What?”, you asked suspiciously. “Oh nothing”, replied Tony. There was a silent before Sam broke it, “Isn’t it funny that the frenemies always end up together?” You and Loki shared a look before Tony exclaimed out of patience, “So you guys finally fucked?” “TONYY”, whisper-yelled Steve. “The whole compound heard”, exclaimed Nat. “Loki was giving me a massage”, you replied. “YEAH sure A MaSsAgE”, mimicked Bucky. “Yes it was indeed”, counterattacked Loki. “You guys weren’t fondueing?”, cautiously asked Steve. “No Steve.” “I call BS”, said Peter.

“Well I mean, if you’re talking about this morning, and yesterday, and the day before and for the last two years then yeah we were totally fucking”, you said with a smug grin. Their mouths dropped. “WHATTT, for the past two years??” “Exactly”, smiled Loki. “But how? When? What? Why?”, mumbled Sam dumbfounded. “Ahhh so many questions and so little time. Now if you’ll excuse me, we have a special date tonight. Byeeee”, you grabbed Loki’s hand and got out. You spent the night freely with your man.

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strangerfictions · 5 years ago

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Fangs (Vampire AU)

Summary: Billy is new in town and your the high school bad ass with the keg stand record. You are both looking for a little fun at a party but it turns into something more.

Warnings: Lots of Smut, mentions of blood, vampires and fluff!

Words: 5570 (sorry I got carried away)

A/N: Happy Halloween! So I based this loosely of the movie The Lost Boys. I also got very into this which is why it is so long especially the smut sorry! I thought this would be super cool for halloween and well here it is on the day itself ! Hope you all enjoy and as always requests are open!

William, or as he was better known Billy, was trying to get through his long life without trouble, that was until he moved to Hawkins. He enrolled for the local high school and within days was settled into life at Hawkins. He had decided the bad boy look would be good for a small town like Hawkins. It would mean people would leave him to his own business and he could also take advantage of his status. What he didn’t expect to find at Hawkins however was you.

You were a lot different than Billy’s usual type. You were a very much a bad ass and he loved that confidence about you. You weren’t afraid of being known to people and so he knew he had to get you by his side.

Billy may be a vampire, but he wasn’t a complete monster. Yes, he did drink blood but only from people who consented. Yes, he has turned people but only when they truly want to. However, Billy did have one problem that he struggled to control. Emotions. Billy’s always had a problem with his emotions especially anger. He had a troubled life growing up and so he had a lot of pent up anger that he struggled to control sometimes. The annoying thing is that when Billy experiences any strong emotion it draws out his fangs which can be a little troublesome sometimes.

It was Halloween and you and your friends were going to the party that Tina was having. It was almost a tradition now at this point that you and your friends went to Tina’s party. Steve and Nancy had been your ride or die friends since you were young so you knew tonight would be fun with or without them. You decided to wear black jeans, a black lace top and your leather jacket along with some dark makeup and if anyone asked you were going as a vampire. By 6:30pm Steve was outside with Nancy and the three of you were on your way to having a good time.

People had always had this opinion of you. They all thought you were a complete bad ass. Keg queen and party animal. They weren’t wrong but sometimes you wished for a normal reputation. You could be friends with the populars but that was boring. You had always got on fine with everyone, but you stuck with the “losers” because that’s where you felt the most comfortable. Growing up you had been a bit of a nerd, but high school was a fresh start for you and now you are a completely new person to everyone, except Nancy and Steve who knew the real you. You had always been a little different and so now you truly just embrace that. You love the darker side of life and being known as the badass of the school was something you enjoy but you’ve longed for what Nancy and Steve have but you aren’t going to let them know that!

Billy was getting ready for the party hoping you would be there. He longed for a companion, some romance in his life. That was another stereotype that Billy hated but knew he fell under. He had dated a few people throughout the centuries but recently he had found solace in hook-ups but now it wasn’t enough for him. He needed someone by his side. He knew tonight would be the night to get to know you and he would try anything to get to know you...almost anything. He was wearing his usual leather jacket, a red shirt that was barely buttoned up and his signature jeans and boot combo. He knew he looked good without seeing his reflection in a mirror. That was another thing people always assumed about vampires. Of course, he can see himself in the mirror.

You walk into the party behind Steve and Nancy as they go to dance the night away. You walk confidently towards the kitchen where you plan on getting as drunk as possible. You mix yourself a drink saying hi to a few people who are in kitchen. You take a sip and begin to walk through the house.

You walk past Steve and Nancy who are enjoying themselves on the dance floor and you walk out to the back yard where you see the keg set up for whoever plans on trying it out that night. You sit down on the decking area and light up a cigarette enjoying the crisp air and the music floating through the air. You hear some cheering and then Tommy comes out of the backdoor almost tripping on his way out. Then following him is someone you haven’t seen before. Your guess is that he is the new guy in school. You can’t help but take in his handsome features. His style is very much on par with yours except he is sporting a shirt so unbuttoned that he might as well not be wearing anything.

“Hey Y/N! Want a go before Billy” Tommy shouts over to you pointing at the keg.

“Not tonight Tommy I wouldn’t want to embarrass the new guy” You say smiling at him

You can’t help noticing the new guy, Billy, watching you as you take a drag out of your cigarette. You get up, drop the cigarette, stand on it and walk past them both and back into the house. All while keeping your eyes on Billy as you walk past. He intrigued you and you knew you already had his attention so you knew it wouldn’t take much for him to give in.

When you get back into the house people are a lot more drunk than they were when you left. As you walk past everyone dancing, Steve and Nancy wave you over.

“Where have you been?” Nancy shouts over the music

“Outside”

“Keg stand?” Steve says smiling at you. He knew you better than anyone. You enjoyed parties and were always up for a bet.

“Nope I didn’t want to embarrass the new guy” You say laughing as you walk away from them to get yourself a drink and maybe a few shots.

You knock back 4 shots in the space of a minute, and you begin to feel it hit you, but you keep going. You were never afraid of getting a little drunk. You never experienced hangovers and so you knew this would barely have an effect on you. You pour yourself another shot and you see someone walk into the kitchen out of the corner of your eye. Billy.

“Got enough in the bottle for one more?” He asks as he places a shot glass beside you.

He is a lot closer to you than you expected but you pour him a shot and hand it to him.

“So, I heard you were keg queen before I go here?” He says before knocking back the shot.

You knock back your shot before answering him.

“I was but I would imagine you wouldn’t bring it up if you hadn’t broken my record” He say confidently as you pour yourself a drink.

“Don’t worry I fell short, much to Tommy’s dismay. He hates that it’s you that has the record, but I think it’s pretty sexy that you have the record.” He reaches across you to get the bottle of vodka but your too lost in thought to notice.

“I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Billy and I believe you’re Y/N” He says knocking his drink back in one go.

“Well Billy nice to meet you but I’m here for a party not a chat so if you’ll excuse me” You grab your drink and head to the dance floor finding Steve and Nancy.

You feel the alcohol begin to take over your body. You spend what feels lie hours dancing with Nancy and Steve but as time goes on you begin to feel someone watching you from the kitchen. You don’t have to look over to know who it is. So, you began to put on a show for him dancing in a way that you knew would drive anyone crazy.

Billy had been watching you all night from the kitchen, enjoying the show you were putting on for him. He knew you were aware that he was watching you when your dancing became a little more seductive. He knew what you were trying to do, and it was working. Billy knew he had to make his move soon. Otherwise his people would start to notice his hard on.

Steve and Nancy left to get some air, but you decided to continue dancing. Within seconds you felt hands on your hips.

“You put on a good show but if I don’t get my hands on you soon you might regret your little show” Billy whispers into your ear causing goose bumps to form all over your arms.

You grab his hand and pull him towards the stairs. You knew this would be around school on Monday, but you really didn’t care.

You pull Billy into the first room you find. As you make it inside Billy grabs you, slams the door closed, locks it and pushes you against it gently. He looks you up and down taking in every inch of you.

“Jesus you’re fucking gorgeous” He growls as he begins to roughly kiss you.

You can feel your cheeks begin to redden as his compliment registers in your mind. You deepen the kiss biting his lower lip slipping your tongue into his mouth. Your hands reach up to his hair while the kiss deepens further. Billy breaks the kiss and looks at you with intent in his eyes.

“Are you sure about this” He asks you. You nod your head.

“Use your words princess. I need to hear you say it” Billy whispers.

“Yes, I’m sure. Now fuck me…Please!” You moan as Billy begins to pull your top off.

You are fully undressed with just your black lingerie on. You were grateful that you had decided to wear some sexy lingerie tonight just in case this exact thing would happen. Billy’s shirt was laying discarded behind him, but his jeans were very much still on. His cock straining against them as he undressed you.

“Fuck that black lingerie is fucking hot princess but I it would look better off. On the bed!” Billy demands pushing you backward until the back of your knees hit the bed.

You sit on the bed looking up at him. He leans down kissing you eventually pushing you onto your back. He begins to kiss down your body. Starting with your neck. Although he knows if he pays too much attention there it could be disastrous, so he continues kissing down your body. He kisses all the way down until he hits your lacy bra. He reaches under you and unhooks it and with a quick motion he has it off you. You know what’s coming next and just thinking about it is making you moan. Billy begins to lick your right nipple while his hand squeezes your left. You can’t help but moan his name. Pleasure building up inside of you. He suddenly stops which elicits a response from you that made Billy hard as soon as he heard it come out of your mouth.

“Billy…Please…Stop teasing me…fuck me please”

“Someone’s impatient…Spread your legs for me princess” He kneels down in front of you and begins to kiss up your thighs sending shivers down your spin.

Billy continues to lightly kiss up your leg until he reaches your panties. You grab a hold of a pillow to cover your moans.

“I don’t think so princess, I want to hear those sweet moans” Billy grabs the pillow and throws it behind you.

Billy then takes the top of your panties in his fingers and in one quick movement has them off you leaving you fully exposed for him. Billy slowly begins kissing from your pelvis bone down to your clit causing you to moan loudly. He runs his finger from your clit down to your slit teasing you some more. Billy wants this to last as long as possible and he knows that by teasing you it will last longer. You feel his tongue flick over your clit and then slowly down to your slit and back up to your clit.

“God princess your so wet for me” Billy moans as he continues to lick your clit. Your moans filling the room.

Without warning Billy inserts a finger…two fingers into your wet pussy making you gasp in pleasure. He begins to finger you slowly but as you moan louder, he builds up speed. As Billy fingers you and licks your clit you can’t help but moan loudly. Pleasure building. Your close and Billy can feel you clench around his fingers as he massages your g spot.

“Fuck…Billy…Please” you moan out loudly needing more of him. You grab onto his hair which causes a moan to escape his mouth vibrating through your core. The pleasure building as he continues to lick your clit with the tip of his tongue.

As soon as Billy hears you beg he starts teasing your clit, barely flicking the tip of his tongue over it. He continues to do this until your back arches and your screaming his name.

“Cum for me Princess I want to hear you scream my name” Billy moans as he continues to lick your clit. The pleasure begins to take over and your screaming his name.

“I’m coming Billy” You moan as he flicks his tongue over your clit one last time letting you come down from your high.

“On your hands and knees. I want to see that ass in the air” Billy growls as he begins to take off his jeans. You obey and get into position making sure to shake your ass a little for him.

“You like to put on a show don’t you princess” Billy says as he smacks your ass eliciting a moan out of you.

“Mhmm you like that princess?” Billy says as he begins to pump his cock and puts on a condom. You look back at him and nod, words failing you.

“Good” and with that one word you are instantly wet again. Billy runs his cock down to your opening as you moan thinking about what’s about to happen. He slowly begins to push his hard cock inside you. Billy moans as he feels your tight pussy around his cock. He slowly begins to fuck you. Moving in and out, stretching out your pussy with each stroke.

“Oh God Billy please…faster” you moan as you feel his cock stretch you out. Billy knows he won’t last long, and he doesn’t care. He begins to build up speed and soon enough he is fucking you sloppily and you know what that means.

“I’m close princess but I want you to come with me” Billy moans in your ear “Can you do that for me princess?” He moans as his hand reaches between your legs to rub your clit.

“Yes, Billy please I’m so close” You whimper. You feel the familiar knot build in your lower stomach and you know you are very close and from the way Billy is moaning you know he is too.

Together you both moan “I’m cumming” Billy’s fingers slowing down on your clit and his speed slowing down.

You both lay down on the bed catching your breath. Billy removes the condom and throws it in the bathroom bin. When he walks back in, he sees you laying on the bed naked with your eyes on him. He sits back on the bed while you start to gather your things off the floor.

“Thought you would be freaky in the bed and I sure wasn’t wrong” Billy says sitting up to light a cigarette.

“I could say the same about you Hargrove, but next time go a little rougher, I won’t break” You say beginning to pull on your underwear.

“So, there will be a next time?”

“If you take me on a date first maybe” you say smiling at him and taking the cigarette out of his hand and taking a drag from it.

“I think you have a deal Y/N” Billy says taking the cigarette off you as you begin getting dressed. Once your dressed you walk over the desk and grab a pen.

“Give me your hand” He does, and you write your number on it.

“Call me” You say as you walk to the door.

“Also, nice fangs you’ll have to tell me more about that” You say as you walk out the door. That’s what was so familiar about him. They had come out when you both came, and it really wasn’t a surprise to you. You seem to attract the supernatural type. There were very few vampires in Hawkins, but you happened to date two a few years ago and to this day you still attract them.

You walk downstairs to find Steve and Nancy dancing. When they see you, they want all the details, but you just want to go home and sleep. You were exhausted.

“I don’t kiss and tell” You say laughing.

Steve drops you home and you thank god your parents aren’t home to see you walk in this late. You end up falling asleep on your couch.

Billy spends the rest of the night thinking about you and how delicious you looked in your black lace lingerie. He ended up having to jack off just from thinking about it. The fact that you knew what he had really turned him on as well. He knew he had to have you now. Especially after the night you both had.

You wake up the next day to the telephone ringing thankfully you had no hangover so getting up was easy.

“Hello?” You say into the receiver

“So, you like the fangs? You really are freaky” You know immediately from his low grovel that it’s Billy.

“Mhmm I seem to attract your type so what do you expect me to do” You say while wiping the sleep out of your eyes.

“Bad boys or guys with fangs?” Billy asks laughing

“Both” You say smiling into the receiver

“Well bad ass girls who are freaky in bed are my type”

“Funny. Now was there a reason why you woke me up from my slumber?” You ask pretend yawning to get your message across.

“Yes actually…Be ready at 5pm dress casual I’ll pick you up”

Your surprised by how confident he is but you go with it, your parents aren’t home, and Steve and Nancy are probably doing each other. You give Billy your address and start to get ready.

You look at the time and realise that it’s already 2pm. You run upstairs and start getting ready. You get into the shower and try and relax. Your muscles are a little tense from sleeping on the sofa, so you turn the water up high to ease them up a little. As you spend more time in the shower your thoughts end up back at last night’s events. You know if you keep thinking about it you will be very horny and turned on, so you get out and finish getting ready trying to block out the memory.

Billy knew this would be his one chance to impress you and so he pulled on a blue shirt and did it up further than what he usually does. He splashes some cologne on, and he is ready. He hopes your wearing some sexy underwear underneath those tight jeans you always wear.

At 5pm on the dot you hear the knock on the door. You run downstairs and open the door. You turn around without saying anything, but Billy grabs your hand.

“Not even a hello?” He turns you around to him. You see he is smiling but you still feel a little guilty.

“Sorry I’m running a little late. Got carried away in the shower. The warmth is way too inviting” You say smiling as he pulls you towards him.

He kisses you but this isn’t like the kiss last night this is more intimate and slower. He breaks the kiss, but your eyes are still closed as you come to after the kiss.

“We have all the time in the world” He whispers into your ear. He lets go of your arm and you run upstairs to finish getting ready. He closes the door behind him and fallows you upstairs.

He walks into your room to see bad posters everywhere. He recognizes every band. You both have the same taste.

“Should have guessed this would be your music taste” He looks over at you to see you putting in a pair of earrings. That’s not what catches his attention. Your top is practically see through and he can see that you are wearing a very lacy bra.

“Like what you see?” You say joking as you catch him staring in the reflection of you mirror.

“Mhmm fuck princess. We haven’t even left the house and you’re getting me worked up” He growls as he walks towards you grabbing you by your hips. “Tell me princess does the top match the bottom?”

You grab his shirt and unbutton it a little more “You’ll have to wait and see” You smile at him as you step out of his grip to pull on your boots.

“Stop teasing me Y/N” He says with a fake pout.

“Well I did say I wanted a date first!” You say walking towards the door. You grab his hand as you walk past him and pull him with you.

Billy has vowed to himself that he would treat you like a gentleman would and so he opens the front door for you, opens and closes the car door for you. He wanted to show you what you would be getting if you dated him. He wasn’t going to treat you the way he treated his hook ups.

Billy gets into the car puts on his seatbelt and looks over at you. You really were to die for. He wonders how he got so lucky last night.

“You hungry?” He asks as he starts the car placing his hand on your thigh, sending shivers down your spine.

“Starving. I don’t suffer from hangovers but every time I drink, I’m starving the day after” You laugh as he begins driving.

The drive is full of small talk and getting to know each other. Billy hasn’t brought up the obvious yet and you don’t want to either. You don’t want to ruin the night.

Billy decided to bring you to a little diner just outside Hawkins. He has been going here for years and he knows the guy pretty well.

Once your both out of the car Billy takes your hand and you both walk inside to the warmth. Billy walks you both over to his favourite booth and you both sit down. You pick up a menu and have a look at it. Despite the fact that Billy knows what he is ordering already he has picked up the menu just so he can watch as you concentrate on the menu. He notices that you do this thing when you are concentrating. Your eyes furrow slightly like you are squinting to see the menu. After a bit of deciding you settle on pancakes with bacon. You look up from your menu to see Billy watching you.

“Stop staring at me weirdo” You say as you both laugh his cheeks turning red.

You both order and you chat about random things. The usual date topics. In the back of your head you kept thinking that your date wasn’t normal though. He has had a long life before you. He has probably seen a lot in this world.

“What are you thinking about?” Billy questions as he takes your hand in his to get your attention.

You look up at to see a concerned look on his face. It feels like you have both known each other for years not a day. He knows you so well already to the point that he knows when you worried. You decide to tell him what is worrying you, but you don’t know where to start.

“I just…can’t help but think about the fact that you’ve had such a long life before now” You say not knowing where your point is going

“Thought that’s what was on your mind” He says as the food arrives. Your both quiet until the waiter is finished.

“I don’t want you to worry Y/N. I want you to feel like you can ask me anything. I don’t want you to be…scared of me” He says quietly as he rubs his thumb on the back of your hand. He lets go so you can both start eating.

“I know how this works Billy, I’ve been here with more than one guy. They both tried forcing me into letting them drink my blood and I had to call it quits and I’m not making that mistake again Billy. I don’t want to fall in love with someone and break my own heart with someone who is just using me” You say through mouthfuls of pancake.

Billy sighs. He knew this was coming but he didn’t expect it to happen so soon. I guess there are more vampires in Hawkins than he thought.

“Would it be any constellation if I said I wasn’t like that? Not all vampires are the same Y/N. There is a stereotype for everything in this world especially the supernatural. I rarely drink blood and when I do it’s from someone who is consenting.” He explains to you as you eat your pancakes.

“Sorry I…”

“It’s okay. I blame the guys you were with. They obviously were in it just for your blood. I’ll just say this. I can have extreme emotions sometimes it’s nothing dangerous, but it can mean my full form can come to life. Which is why my fangs came out last night. I guess you could say I was very…happy and satisfied” He chuckles as he pops a French fry in his mouth.

You both sit in silence as you take in everything he has just said. Once you have finally taken it all in you decide to move on from your last two experiences.

“Alright I ‘ll keep that in mind the next time we fuck” You wink at him as you put your last bite of pancake in your mouth.

“Jesus Y/N we are in public keep it down!” He whispers at you while you laugh at his reaction.

“I’m joking” you look at his face and begin laughing. Billy is so used to him being the crude one that he has gone into a state of shock.

“Anyways I think another date is in order if we are to do anything else” You say as you notice him relax a little more.

The rest of the evening goes by quickly. You have such deep conversations about such random things, but you loved every moment of it. You really think this could work for you both, but you try not get your hopes up.

When Billy drops you off, he runs around to open the door for you like a true gentleman.

“You know I’m perfectly capable of opening a car door…or are you more worried I might ding the door?” You smirk as you get out of the car.

“How did you know?” Billy jokes as he walks you to your door.

“I had a great ni…” Before you can finish your sentence, Billy is kissing you. His lips touch yours gently as you kiss each other. His hands are gently caressing your cheek as he pulls away from you. You are left standing there with your eyes still closed.

“I had a great time too Y/N. It’s a shame I don’t get to see more of you tonight though. I really wanted to know if the top matched the bottom” He whispers as his hand travels from your cheek down your arm until he is holding your hand.

You laugh as he pouts at you but you’re not giving in. “Nope! I want another date and…for you to ask me to be your girlfriend before anything else!” you declare confidently.

“Okay” Billy begins to walk away, and you think you’ve said too much. “Tomorrow night. A study session. No objections. I need help with my English essay, and I know you’ve got the highest grade in that class…I’ll call you later to discuss it with you” Billy gets to his car door and looks back at you. “Bye” He smiles at you one last time and you go inside closing the door behind you.

As soon as Billy got home, he went straight for shower. Seeing you in that top brought up memories of the night before and so a cold shower was necessary. He spent the rest of the night thinking about the past two days and how lucky he has been to find you. How did he get so lucky to find the badass who knows about vampires! Billy eventually falls asleep on the couch eventually awakening to the phone ringing.

“Hello?” Billy groans into the receiver as he tries to wake himself up

“I thought you were going to call me later. I’ve been waiting up for you” you moan

“Shit sor…wait what are you doing?” Billy becomes very aware of the moans and whimpers you are making at the other end of the receiver.

“Nothi…Nothing” you moan as your finger graze over your clit. You had been so horny after your date that you couldn’t resist getting Billy involved but you had gotten carried and when he didn’t call early you decided to tease yourself. You were so close, and you couldn’t wait any longer, so you had called him.

“Mhmm I ‘m sure it’s nothing well I better talk to you about this essay then” Billy teases you trying to get you to say what you want.

“Nooo. Fine…I may or may not be fingering myself right now” You say it slowly trying to get your words out properly as your pleasure builds.

“Thought so. I want to know what you wearing Princess” Billy feels his cock getting harder as he hears you moan out. He begins rubbing himself through his jeans as you moan his name.

“Mhmm I’m wearing red lacy lingerie. Like my black one the other night that you liked so much”

“Fuck. That was very sexy although I do like red princess. Tell me how wet you are baby?” Billy groans, his cock getting harder as he takes it out of his jeans and starts pumping it.

You slid your finger down from your clit to your opening and you feel your juices drip down onto your leg. “I’m dripping Billy”

“I want you to finger yourself Princess and imagine it’s my fingers inside, pumping in and out. One thing though. You have to get my permission to cum!” you whimper as you feel yourself get wetter at Billy’s words.

“Is that a yes princess?”

“Ye...yes” You slowly pump your fingers in and out of your dripping pussy your juices coating your fingers. You continue to massage your g spot getting very close to orgasm.

“That’s it princess. Imagine it’s my fingers covered in your juices while massaging your g spot”

“Billy please can I cum?”

“Mhmm have you been a good girl from me princess?”

“Ye...yess I have please Billy…Please!”

“Okay cum for me Princess. I want to hear you moan my name as you cum”

For the second time you both cum together. Hearing each other’s moans adding to the intensity of the situation. You really should remember to do this more often. You enjoyed hearing Billy moaning your name. You both stay quiet as you both come down from your highs. After a while you hear Billy chuckle through the phone which is now laying on your shoulder.

“You really are a freak in the sheets, aren’t you?” Billy chuckles as you raise the phone back up to your ear. You laugh lightly still too out of it to do anything with energy.

“Mhmm no I’m just needy” You say laughing as you pull your pajamas back on

“Really? Didn’t guess that at all!” Billy laughs as he grabs his shirt and wipes cum of his leg.

“This is probably the wrong time to ask you this but…well I already have the date side of your to do list sorted so I just have one more thing to tick of…”

“Yes”

“What?” Billy laughs at your eagerness

“Yes, I will be your girlfriend also yes you picked a very odd time to ask Billy. Only you would wait until we have both cum to ask me to be your girlfriend!” You laugh as you hear Billy sigh on the other end of the phone.

“Listen okay you’re the one who called me being all needy so technically it’s your fault”

“Well I think it suits us anyway!”

“That makes us sound like sex addict’s Y/N and honestly I’m beginning to think you are!”

The playful banter continues into the night until you both fall asleep, phone in hand.

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sir-yutarus · 5 years ago

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Sweet

Pairings: (Sub) Si Cheng x (Dom) Reader

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: Si Cheng is a tattoo artist right across the street from where you work as a Sweet’s Shop employee.

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Oh god, you thought. There he is again.

You vigorously wiped down the small table in the corner of the shop and ignored the tingle of the bell signaling someone entering.

Your heart picked up, knowing it was him.

It’s not like you ever talked much, and you barely saw each other around school.

It was only these moments, him coming in to get a sweet before going to work across the street, that stood out the most.

Which was saying a lot because... boy did he stand out.

As you made your way behind the counter to take his order, you tried not to stare at his arms, covered in tattoos.

For the most part, they appeared to be flowers and seemed to snake their way underneath his clothes.

You’d wondered on more than one occasion just how much of him was inked.

“Hi,” you said breathlessly. He gave a half smile, “Hey, what do you suggest today?”

He came in occasionally, always ordering something different. Always asking what you suggested. And he would always order exactly that, then walk across the street to the tattoo shop.

You hadn’t spoken much outside of the realm of desserts as a topic. You only knew he was a tattoo artist, and that he was beautiful.

He wasn’t bulky like most men in tattoos usually were. He was delicate, with a small frame. He had to be around 5’11 or so, body slimming down towards the waist.

His hair was a nice dark brown, always swept back out of his face- which was also gracefully crafted.

With all of the ink to contrast, he was quite a sight.

He was a porcelain vase, elegant and fine; mapped in floral display.

“Well,” You said, turning behind you to eye the menu, “today’s special is the red velvet creamed donut.”

He appeared to consider it, “I’ll take one.”

That’s what he always said.

You could feel him watching you as you swiped one from the display and bagged it. Wednesday afternoons were never very busy so one or two people on the floor was enough. To your surprise, you also remembered that there were no other customers in the shop.

It was just the two of you.

You turned back around, “Here you are.”

You handed him his donut and he handed you some cash.

Say something say something.

You desperately wanted to tell him that you’d been inspired.

You really, really loved flowers as well and had wanted a small tattoo of one on your collarbone for as long as you could remember. You had it all planned out, what it would look like, where it would go.

But how weird would that sound?

Would it seem like you were interested in him? That you wanted a similar tattoo to the ones he was covered in?

Besides what if it hurt? What if you freaked out and he thought you were a wimp and never wanted to speak to you again?

“Did they hurt?”

He raised his eyebrows in question.

You motioned at his arms ,”Those?”

“Oh...” he eyes himself, “Well, not any worse than you’d expect.”

You stared at him, “I... wouldn’t know what to expect,” you said with a slight smile.

“Oh, you don’t have any?”

You shook your head, “I mean... I want some. I just.. I don’t know. Can’t find the motivation I guess.”

He took his change, “Well if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” And he smiled.

His teeth were perfect. Your heart thumped.

He started off across the street, holding the bag loosely.

Stupid. Stupid.

You didn’t even know his name. How would you know who to ask for?

You pursed your lips.

You wanted him to. To be that close to you. Touch you. Even if it were like that.

Give you something that would stay with you forever.

He was just the pretty boy from across the street, but you knew he was good at what he did. You could tell by the ones on his arms that he didn’t appreciate things that were cheap.

And he’d been working at the shop for as long as you had at the sweet shop, if not longer...

Stop, stop.

You convinced yourself that you were being stupid. You couldn’t possibly. There was no telling how expensive it even was, first of all. Second, you weren’t very spontaneous. Although you HAD been wanting it for a while... it was always just in the back of your mind...

You shook you head, attempting to put the thoughts away but becoming distracted with looking through the windows across the street.

He didn’t show up for the next two days. That was normal, but for some reason it felt like such a stretch.

You saw him go in and out of their shop when it opened, yet he didn’t even look towards your place. Didn’t even try looking for you.

You pouted.

He didn’t owe you anything. He was just being nice.

Stop overreacting- you told yourself.

Few people usually came in the shop during this time of year anyway. But you still daydreamed about the vines on his arms. Snaking around.

He didn’t show up for another two days. Now you were worried. You couldn’t even get yourself to read, you were so distracted.

You didn’t know his name, didn’t know his age, hardly anything about him. But you wanted to see him.

School was droning on. You only took a few classes, not wanting to overload yourself. You didn’t see him there either. But that wasn’t unordinary.

You drew flowers on your notebook as your professor spoke about Newton’s Laws.

Looking at the clock in your apartment, you saw it was 11:15 pm. What time did they close? You’d gotten off of work hours earlier and had done nothing but attempt to study physics.

You couldn’t do it. No. What if he turned you away. What if he wasn’t as intrigued by you as you were with him? It was too much.

The sweet shop had been so slow. You were practically falling asleep during each shift. Watching couples come in for an afternoon tea, or fellow college students come in to study.

Every day working, then coming home to look over notes. Or going to class, listening to lectures over and over. Hardly going to parties but when actually going, never drinking anything or even talking to people. Re reading the same books over again in your free time.

You suddenly realized just how boring your life really was. How drab.

Not doing anything even remotely exciting.

You chewed your lip.

You couldn’t pretend to convince yourself that you just wanted to go simply because of the tattoo.

You wanted to see him too.

But either way, you wanted to do something.

Something crazy.

As soon as you stood outside of the tattoo shop, the regret started to sit in.

It was 11:45 pm now, and there seemed to be no one on the street. No one around.

You’d walked all the way here and realized just how stupid that was.

‘Well you’re here now,’ you thought.

You took a deep breath and opened the door. A gust of cool air hit you, and you peered around. The entrance was spacious.

There were... hundreds of framed pictures lining the wall. All sorts. Band posters, tattoo designs, family members... you eyed the place some more. There were sectioned off small room spaces, seemingly for each different artist.

As you took it all in, you realized that there was... no one around. The desk on the left was empty. Each of the rooms seemed vacant. There was a small hallway leading right at the back of the shop that you were too afraid to look through.

What time did they even close?

You turned around to eye the hours on the door.

12 pm- 12 am. Oh.

You sighed, the situation hitting you like a train. Ofcourse they wouldn’t be open. It was midnight.

Embarrassment washed over you. Your previous courage diminished with the realization that you had to be the stupidest person on earth.

Sudden footsteps came from behind you. Too soft to notice at first. Not until they were right behind you.

“Can I help-?” He stopped as you turned around, eyes wide.

“I...” You began, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t check the time.”

“You... wait why are you here?”

Why else would I be here?-You mentally asked him yourself. Then you realized that you really didn’t know the exact answer to that question either.

“I just... I had a tattoo that I always wanted to get. I’m sorry, I’ll come back later-“

“No, it’s fine.”

You glanced back at him. His tan skin shining underneath the fluorescent lights.

“But you’re closed?” You pointed to the door.

He shrugged, “Today was slow anyways. I don’t mind.”

“Is...” You peered around, “is anyone else here? Or.. were you going to?”

He furrowed his brows, “Did you want someone else to do it?”

You swallowed.

“I... I just didn’t know if you’d want to... if you were busy with something else.. or...” you were acting like an idiot but you couldn’t help it. He looked absolutely stunning. He had those expensive adidas running pants on. The form fitting black ones, along with a somewhat loose black shirt.

He smiled, “No, I’d love to. What have you got?”

He started to walk towards one of the sectioned off rooms. You pulled up the picture of the tiny flower on your phone as you followed him.

Inside the room, there were bright lights everywhere. Artwork hung off of the walls as well. In the corner of the room was a plush couch. Bright red.

To the left was the station he had set up, along with a cushioned table to lay or sit. Apparently for people getting tattooed.

You caught him staring at you.

“You like it? I tried to make it homey. I still have some decorating to do though.”

You smiled. Then something caught your eye.

You stepped towards the framed drawing.

“You did this?” You asked him, fingering the glass covering the paper.

“Yeah, I drew them all,” he said. You took another look at them all. Most of them were... well flowers.

On the paper you were eyeing was a tiny bouquet of them. The stems tied together with a tiny vine.

“I.... can I get this one?” You turned to him, his face drawn in confusion.

“I mean, I was going to get this,” you showed him your phone. “But...” you turned back to the drawing.

“You want me to tattoo that on you? My own work?”

“Is that ok?”

He gave one of his signature half smiles, “Yeah, it’s just... nobody ever really looks at those. Have to admit though, mine is definitely better than what you have on your phone.”

He pointed to the picture shining through your fingers as you held your phone. You laughed.

“Let me get everything set up, you can chill for a minute,” he took the drawing off of the wall and carried it out of the room.

“Just getting a copy so I can print it,” he said over his shoulder.

You sat on the couch, it was more comfortable than it looked.

Lines of colored ink sat on top of the desk he had in the opposite corner. All sorts, and you wondered what color you should get.

You could hear him shuffling around every now and then, and your heart started to pick up.

You were about to have needles in your skin.

What if it hurt? Really bad? What if you did something stupid like faint? What if you couldn’t handle it?

He returned with a small paper, on it was the print of the bouquet.

“Where did you want it?”

“Oh, on my collarbone,” just as you said it, you realized that you were wearing a tight fitted T-shirt.

“Oh....” you said.

He eyed you, “Well you’ll have to take your shirt of. You can cover yourself with it though once we start, if you want. It gets kind of chilly in here.”

You nodded, your nerves getting to you.

He slid some black gloves on.

“Alright, ready to put the print on?”

“Oh yeah, sorry, hang on.”

Without thinking, you slipped your shirt over your head, not checking to see if he was looking or not.

It’s casual-you thought. He’s a professional, he doesn’t care.

You walked over and sat down on the cushioned table.

He spun in his chair, his cheeks somewhat flushed as he lightly placed the sketch on your skin. His touch was light, but it sent a chill down your body.

He peeled the paper away.

“Like it?” He asked. , “you can look in the mirror over there.”

You got up to face the small mirror next to the couch.

The flowers were bundled on your collarbone perfectly.

“It’s perfect,” you said, “I guess I’ll just get the usual black ink too.”

Luckily you had worn a comfortable bra with not much padding so that when you laid down, it wouldn’t be uncomfortable. Although you did wish you had worn one that was cuter.

“Just lay down here,” he said quietly, and you obliged.

“What if it’s too much?” You asked him as you watched him get his gun ready.

He laughed, “Trust me, it’s not bad at all. I won’t hurt you, promise.”

Your nerves only fluttered slightly.

“My name is Si Cheng by the way.”

He was wrapping some sort of rubber band around the gun now.

“Oh... mine is Y/N.”

“I know.”

“.... you know?”

“You wear a name tag.”

You huffed a laugh, “Oh yeah.”

“Alright, you ready?”

You sighed, “Yes.”

“Ok,” he whispered.

He rubbed at the print on your skin. Eyeing it for a second.

Then he bent his head down, extremely close to yours, and pressed his fingers down.

You closed your eyes as he brought down the gun.

You sucked in a breath as soon as you felt the bite of the needle, but he didn’t pull away.

“You good?” He asked, breath moving past your face. It smelled like cherries.

As he moved, you realized that it actually WASN’T that bad. In fact it almost tickled. Nothing like the initial pain.

“It’s fine, actually,” you said to him.

“That’s good, wouldn’t want you crying and running out of here.”

You smiled, “Never.”

He pulled your skin every which way, to get the right angles. His face seemed to get closer and closer, expression drawn in concentration.

It felt so good, you realized. The pain of it. It’s not that it hurt very bad, but it hurt just enough. And looking at him... his face so near. Dark eyes focused on you...and it WAS chilly..

You almost went to cover your boobs, realizing that you were probably hard now but thought better of it when he suddenly stopped.

“Do you need to move? Just tell me first,”

“Oh I... um,” if you moved your arm, it would be in the way.

He watched for a second before you finally settled with, “No, I’m fine. We can continue.”

He had to have seen. There’s no way he didn’t. You’d literally just done the opposite of what you had intended.

You closed your eyes in embarrassment for a few seconds, just steadying your breathing.

When you opened them again, he was holding back a smile.

“Almost done,” he said.

You sighed, “Ok.”

“You still ok?”

“Yeah I’m good. I .... I kind of like it. It’s calming.”

He looked at you shocked, “Don’t hear that very often,” he laughed, “I feel the same though. I mean it hurts but it’s steady.”

You nodded.

“Alright, hold on a second,” he said, then he added some touch ups.

“Alright?” He asked.

“Yeah, just nervous. And sore.”

“Here,” He said, and he blew cold air onto it. His lips were so close to your skin, you shivered and could feel yourself peak again. You covered your chest.

He wiped it a few more times, “Take a look.”

You sat up slowly, getting out all of the creaks from laying for a while.

Stepping over to the mirror, you gasped.

“I... I love it,” you said. A small, pretty little bundle of flowers lined your collarbone.

Fine and delicate. Just like him.

“Si Cheng?” You said.

He raised his eyebrows at you.

You shook your head, “Just wanted to make sure I got it right.”

“So you like it?”

“Are you kidding? It’s incredible,”

He glanced around for a second while you still admired his work.

“Here, I have to wrap it,” he said after a few seconds.

“What?”

“I have to put some healing stuff on it and wrap it up.”

“Oh... ok.”

You went and sat back on the table.

With his gloves still on, he put a clear liquid on your new tattoo. Rubbing it in gently. He then tore off what looked to be plastic wrap and taped it over.

“Alright, well you’re all set,” he said.

He was still sitting in his chair, eye level with you.

“Thanks,” You said, “so what’s your favorite dessert so far?” The words were out before you could stop them.

He seemed to falter for a second before saying, “I’m not sure.”

You smiled, “Not sure?”

“Yeah... I’m not...” he scratched the back of his head, “not really a sweets person so.”

You drew your face in confusion, “Not a sweets person? You’re there all the time.”

He gazed at the floor a moment before looking back at you, “Come on, I don’t come for the treats.”

It took a moment to register what he was saying.

“Really?” You asked, still confused.

He gazed at your exposed skin for a second before confirming, “Yeah.”

You felt your smile spread. That’s all he had to say. All you’d wanted him to say.

“Soooo...” You said.

“....Soooo...” he mimicked.

You cupped the side of his face and pressed your lips to his. They were as soft as they looked.

“Mmm” he hummed against you, his voice deepening.

You kissed him again, pushing closer.

“Watch the tattoo,” he whispered against you. You bit his lip to shut him up. You weren’t interested in anything else right now.

He suddenly grabbed the sides of your neck to pull you in, but it still wasn’t enough.

You got off of the table and settled in his lap. You were wearing athletic shorts that stretched easily against you as you pulled your legs apart to fit onto him.

His eyes were hazy as you kissed him, this time deeper. You could taste the cherries on his tongue.

You pushed together, pulled apart, and pushed together again.

“Hang on,” he said breathlessly, “let me look at you.”

You pulled away from him and his eyes grazed over you, shamelessly spread out on his lap. He ran his hand over your lips then pushed two fingers in your mouth.

You indulged him and sucked hard on both of them, swiping your tongue over the bottom.

The look on his face send heat shooting down your body.

He pulled them out and drug them down your chin, eyeing your every move.

You scooted closer towards him, fully on top of the part of him you wanted most; putting your full weight on top of him, grinding slightly.

He let out a soft breath.

“Rub against me,” he whispered against your lips.

“Shhhh,” You said, pushing a finger to his mouth.

Being told what to do was never your forte, but you wanted to do what he demanded so badly that you decided to obey. For now.

You moved against him and he looked at you in a way no other guy had before.

You wrapped a hand around his throat, only giving a slight squeeze as you pushed yourself onto him.

“You like that?” You whispered next to his ear, kissing his jaw. He didn’t answer.

You rolled your hips continuously, drawing heavy breaths from him.

You drug your lips across his jaw and back to his face, returning to his lips.

Suddenly, after a few minutes, you remembered something.

You pull away.

“Take your shirt off. Let me see your tattoos.”

He gave a half smile and shifted to pull his shirt over his head.

Tossing it aside, you eyed his skin. Tan and perfect. Body not too big, not too small. And covered in vines and all sorts of flowers. Roses, tulips, and so many others.

You ran your hands over him as his chest rose and fell harshly from the kissing.

You took your time, tracing his skin. Memorizing every mark before reaching down to kiss his neck, leaving marks as you pleased. He made hushed noises every now and then that sent you reeling. Making men squirm was one of your favorite past times.

“Get up,” you said finally.

You drug him along and pushed him onto the couch. He went to lay down-

“Uh-Uh,” You said, “Sit.”

He gave a nervous smile as you kissed him one last time before kneeling down.

His adidas pants were fairly easy to pull down, it was his boxers that were difficult.

After having to stand to remove them, he sat back down, completely naked.

You took him in. His thighs and hips were covered in ink as well. The same sorts of designs. He appeared to have no other sort of tattoos other than flowers.

You felt heat pool between your legs.

“You good?” He asked, and you looked up to see his unsure expression.

You traded answering with words by simply wrapping your hand around his dick and squeezing.

His eyes twitched only slightly.

“Open your legs,” you told him. He pushed apart slightly, not nearly enough.

You let go of his dick and pushed his legs apart instead. He was surprisingly flexible, most guys complained at the stretch.

As soon as he was far apart enough, you moved in, having more room to work with.

You grabbed him again and moved your hand up and down slowly.

It was so pretty, as pretty as he was, and the perfect size.

After looking a few more seconds, you couldn’t restrain yourself any more.

You wrapped your lips around him. The taste was salty and pleasant.

His breath hitched in his chest even though you only surrounded the tip.

You gave just the first inch some attention itself for about a minute, sucking and rolling your tongue.

He seemed to be teetering on the edge of begging for more, but he didn’t say anything.

His fingers twitched at his sides, curling and uncurling.

You pushed all the way down, suddenly, and he let out a strangled gasp, running his fingers through your hair.

You pulled off, slapping his hip.

“No touching,” you said.

“Huh?”

“No touching. Don’t move,” and you resumed your previous task after catching the somewhat disheveled expression on his face.

You pressed the insides of his hips down to give your head more room to reach farther.

Your throat stretched with every push but it was a pleasant strain.

“Please.... please just-“

You slapped him again, on the same hip.

You licked a strip underneath him before coming up to look him in the eyes, “Don’t speak.”

And you sunk back down on him again.

You worked for a few more minutes before getting somewhat bored. Besides, you didn’t want him coming so soon, and you needed to attend to your own needs.

You pulled away again and stood up, eyeing him.

He was sweaty, and breathing harshly.

“Touch me,” you said.

He looked unsure for only a second, before he grabbed your hips and pulled you forward.

Leaning his head in, he gave soft kisses to your stomach.

You reached up and undid your bra, letting your chest go free.

At the action, he sat back and looked you over for a few seconds, before lowering his head to one of your boobs.

He immediately began pulling and sucking with his teeth and you felt the pull between your legs again, letting out a groan.

“Fuck,” you said. It had been forever since you’d done anything like this.

He pushed his head to the other side and repeated the action again.

You held his head in place, savoring the way his tongue rolled over your skin. The way his hands grazed your hips.

“Come on,” he said against your chest, “let me touch you for real.”

He kissed down your chest and stomach again, and pulled your pants down along with your underwear.

“Shit...” he said, eyeing your panties.

He laughed slightly, “You enjoying yourself?”

You didn’t answer, but let him guide you on the couch.

Switching positions somewhat, you laid down and he kneeled on the floor next to your legs.

He eyed you for a few seconds, “So pretty,” he said as he kissed your knee.

As soon as he did, he pressed a finger into you.

“Fuck,” you whispered again, back arching on instinct. He curved it, pushing it on the perfect spot.

Your mouth fell open slightly as you focused all of your nerves at the point where he was inside you.

How had the night ended up like this? Just two hours ago you were trying to re read Hamlet for the fourth time, and now..

Looking back, you saw him watching you. Eyeing every expression. Every move.

Fine, let him look- you thought.

He reached up to palm one of your boobs just as he pressed another finger in.

You made a noise that was a bit louder than intended and he smiled with pride.

You’d been ready for this for so long that it didn’t take much.

“Go faster,” you told him, and he pushed his fingers in harder, quicker. Watching you intently.

Suddenly you felt his other hand reach around and rub against the nerves between your thighs.

“Shit shit shit”

And then everything went whiter than the room already was, with it’s fluorescents.

Noises spilled out of your mouth and you made no move to stop them.

Wrapping your hands around his arm, he kept pushing in, slower and slower until you were finally through.

You took a moment to calm yourself, then wiped the sweat from your upper lip and looked back at him.

“Like that?” He asked as he put the fingers into his mouth and sucked on them.

You just stared.

Ok, so he really wanted it then.

“Get up,” you told him, and he stood.

You pushed him into the couch, hovering over him.

He was so pretty. So elegant. You were going to pull him apart.

You kissed him for a moment, before pushing yourself onto him, slowly.

His mouth flew open next to yours as he gasped then threw his head back.

You did the same, the stretch feeling incredible.

“God,” He said, grabbing your hips. You ran your hands down his chest again, feeling the heat beneath it.

The both of you took a moment to gather yourselves before you began moving in precise, slow movements. Pressing backwards then lifting up to pull back up to his face.

He bit his lip, guiding you with his hands.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he said, “you always were, but now...”

“Shhh,” you said, grabbing his hands with yours and raising them above his head.

He gave a slight laugh.

You began to pick up the pace, his breaths getting more and more hitched.

God, he was so beautiful. His hair splayed out beneath him. Pretty, swollen lips. His legs spread open when you were bobbing your head onto him. The noises he made.

You traded hands, grabbing both of his with only one of yours. The other wrapped around his throat again, squeezing the sides of it.

His eyes opened to look at you, and you went even faster. Giving him a smile.

You could tell he liked it.

You leaned down next to his ear ,”Come on. Come for me.”

He moaned and you felt it against the hand on his throat.

You leaned above him again so he could see you, “Come for me,” you repeated.

“I....” he began. He was close, you could tell.

By now you were moving as fast as you could, pushing up and down on top of him.

Come on, come on.

You wanted to see it. See him so badly. See the look on his face.

“I’m about to..” He said, and suddenly, you got a strange idea.

Remembering your similar feelings towards tattoos...

The moment his breath caught, you squeezed your hand tighter around his throat and reached down next to the skin just below your hand. Where his neck connected to his shoulder.

And bit it. Hard.

The noise he made almost made your hair stand up. You’d never heard anyone make a sound like that.

You could feel him spilling into you, leaking down your legs and it felt so deliciously good.

You pulled back to look at him and released his throat.

He took a huge breath and immediately ghosted a hand over where you had squeezed.

You watched as he continued to fall apart beneath you. Trying to regain himself but failing when his orgasm lasted longer than he had intended.

Kissing him afterwards, you ran your fingers through his hair.

“You ok?” You asked.

“What the fuck you... you BIT me?”

You looked at his face, “Did you not like it?”

He laughed, “I mean.... yeah. Yeah I did. A lot actually.”

You smiled.

“Damn I never imagined the quiet girl from the dessert shop would... I don’t even know the word I should use for what you did to me.”

“Well as long as you liked it..”

He gave another half smile, “Let’s do it again. Except this time,” he pushed you off of him and turned you around, pinning you beneath him, “it’s your turn.”

#si cheng #wayv #nct #nct 127 #wayv smut #nct smut #winwin smut #si cheng smut #wayv imagine #nct 127 imagine #nct imagine

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langdvn · 6 years ago

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Hell

Summary: this is basically the reader in Madison’s place/personal hell and Michael takes the offer of her blowing him.

Warnings: oral sex, dirty talk, your basic smut stuff.

A/N: after watching the episode last night I couldn’t not make this ok, it was needed! I’m a little rusty because I haven’t written in a while, but I hope you guys enjoy and request are open!

Ending up in her own personal hell was not the way she thought her life was going to go. She had big dreams and even bigger plans, and being famous meant she could actually make those dreams come true.

But then she got herself in a mess and winded up in a department store full of screaming customers and crying babies, and a boss that’s the literal devil.

Her life once had meaning, even if that meaning wasn’t the most prominent one and even if she is to blame for her untimely death, it had meaning to her. And now she had nothing. Nothing to look forward to, no one to hold a meaning conversation with besides the endless customers who were always the same snobby soccer mom or the annoyed housewife who wanted to return something used.

Her life was now a never ending hell. Literally.

She never thought she would actually miss social interaction with real people. The smell of clean air, or the sun on her skin. Even the touch of another person. Intimate or not. She craved it. But she knew it was something she could only fantasize about. There was no getting out of this place.

The worst part about this hell was when she would be sent to refold something she has folded a million times but never seemed to ever stay in it’s neat form. Or hanging clothes on the rack that never stayed on their hangers, always slipping and tumbling to the ground. If this were a normal persons real life situation, she’s sure she would have back problems from the amount of bending over and lifting she does. But sadly the only thing she feels in annoyance and frustration.

Sometimes she thinks she forgotten how to feel any other emotion. Or what it feels like to touch something other than clothes and towels and boxes, or what it feels like to touch a real life person and not a fake.

Today was no different from any other day of eternity she has spent in here.

She let out a heavy groan as she bent down to pick up the stack of linens that magically fell from the shelf she was pretty sure she fixed a few minutes ago. But time in here was non existent and at this point she could honestly be imagining things.

She sat on her knees, grabbing each one of the linens as she folded them neatly into a pile. Hoping, but knowing better, that it would stay like this, neat and pristine.

She turned to start on the other stack that had also tumbled to the floor when a pair of sleek dress shoes came to a stop in front of her. Looking up slowly as she prepared herself for some overbearing robotic costumer to yell down at her over something she may or may not have done.

But when her eyes met a beautiful pair of blue ones her eyes widened in surprise. He looked different than the rest of them. He looked real. His hair was effortlessly perfectly done, his curls looking that of beautiful waves you’d see out at sea. He was wearing a black suit that looked so sleek she doubts it’s ever had a wrinkle on it.

He was definitely not like the others here.

“Hello.” His smile is genuine, real. His hands are behind his back and his stature is cool and collected, unbothered of his surroundings. Like it’s an everyday thing that he’s in someone’s personal hell.

“Who are you?” She asks wearily from her place on the floor. “You’re not like the others..” she looks around to the miscellaneous of people who are aimlessly weaving in and out of aisles, dirty looks on their face, shooting her scowls. “You’re different.” Her eyes travel along every piece of him, studying him. Everything about him screams confidence and ‘I’m not from here can’t ya tell’ and he’s attractive beyond belief, and she’s not just saying that since she hasn’t seen a decent looking person, let alone a guy, in god knows how long. If she were to have met him before all of this she would have surely put on a show of flirting, might of even winded up going home with him. But this is hell and she doesn’t know if devil himself would even allow such pleasures of her in here. She’s here to suffer not get off.

“You can tell?” His face contorts in interest. “Interesting. I would think most souls wouldn’t have any awareness in their personal hell.” He laughs softly. “The confusion would only add to the suffering.”

“Well,” she huffs out. “I guess even in the after life I’m cursed with knowing more than I should, or anyone else. Maybe that’s a part of my never ending punishment of being in hell.” His lips pull up into a small smirk and it makes her smile slightly. Like actually smile. She doesn’t remember when she last smiled at all. She was sure you weren’t supposed to be smiling in hell.

She sighs as she turns her attention back to folding the linens in her hands. “Who are you, anyway?”

“I’m the man who’s gonna get you out of here.”

She can’t help but let out a loud laugh, it echoing throughout the store. “Yeah, right. This isn’t heaven.” She reaches for the other fallen cloths, his foot coming to land on it before she can snatch it. She looks up to him and see’s his expression is stern. Finding no humor or joking in the matter. He’s serious.

“What’s the catch?” She inquires. “There’s always a catch.” She rolls her eyes as she remembers the countless times someone offered her something, only for there to be a catch in place of it. Usually something demeaning or involving her money. “Do I have to blow you or something?”

The thought isn’t a bad one. She’s done worse for things she’s wanted in her past life. And the thought alone makes her stomach drop, a feeling she hasn’t felt since she was alive. A feeling that goes straight to her core and has her pressing her thighs together even more.

He watches her. He notices the way her pupils dilate after the words come out of her mouth. Joking or not, the air in the room shifts and he can tell that it’s no joke. Her manner completely changing. She’s eyeing him all over, her gaze traveling from his face, to his chest, to the part of him she wants most.

“Do you want to?” He asks, his voice octaves lower than it just was. He steps forward, pushing the linens to the side to come even closer to her. “Would you like that?”

She’s surprised at his question. She’s even more surprised when he steps closer to her, her face inches away from the part of his body in question. Her breath hitches and if she had a beating heart it would be hammering in her chest. But all she feels is the ache between her thighs and flutter of her stomach and the need to inch forward even more. And so she does. She inches forward to where there is no more space and she’s straining her neck to look up at him, as she replies with a needy, “Yes.”

The corner of his mouth tips up into a smirk. He doesn’t say anything, not a yes, or go for it. But she feels like begging and she’s sure he’s waiting for it, or already knows with the look he’s giving her. And god knows when she’s going to get another chance like this, if what he says is true and he’s here to take her out of her or if his words were false. She doesn’t know. But she doesn’t want to let this chance slip away from her.

Her eyes are like that of a does. Big, begging, needy, it makes the confidence within him rise, that to of a level where he feels cocky. This once so strong witch on her knees in front of him, begging to just get one touch of him. It excites him. Makes him feel even more in power. It makes him visibly hard and he swears he can see her mouth watering.

And then he hears the magic words.

“Please,” she begs. Her fingers digging into her thighs, wanting to reach out and touch him so bad, but he doesn’t seem like the type to not ask for permission first. His stance alone told her that about him. And her eyes are pleading with him as she stares up at him, hoping, praying he lets her. That he doesn’t say no and leave her high and dry.

A simple nod is all it takes, her eyes linger on his for a few short seconds to make sure he really meant it, that this was really happening and with a smirk she knows he’s given her permission.

Her eyes never leave his as as she reaches up to undo his pants. His hands coming to stop hers, shaking his head. Worry going through, maybe she read him wrong. But he’s pulling her hands back to unzip the fly of his pants.

His pants probably cost more than her life she thinks. He wouldn’t want them on the dirty floor, she is slightly disgusted at herself for being on the floor. But to be on her needs in front of someone so beautifully intriguing she doesn’t mind. She doesn’t care. And when he pulls himself from the confines of his pants every thought she had of how this may be wrong and crazy and even in death she can’t control herself, leave her mind. And all she wants, all she needs, is him.

Her hand loosely wraps around his dick, his eyes glued to hers. She wants to go for it, not to so slow, but he slows her actions down as he lets his hand come to the top of her head, running his fingers through her hair and down to her cheek, the heat of his fingers against her skin enough to make her moan. He doesn’t stop until he’s at her jaw, his hand gripping her chin, his thumb coming up to her bottom lip, the tip of it swiping across it before he slips it into her already open mouth.

He doesn’t have to ask her, or tell her what to do she already knows what he wants as she wraps her lips around his finger and sucks. She watches him swallow hard as he watches her. His eyes never leaving her mouth, never looking away from the show she’s putting on.

And after a few seconds her pulls the digit from her mouth and puts his hand on the back of her head, he doesn’t push her forward or force her head to his member. No. She does that on her own. Her mouth wet and ready for him as she leans forward and swipes the tip of her tongue across the head of his dick. Michael letting out a low hiss at the contact. It makes her smirk and soon she has her lips wrapped around his head, using her hand to stroke the area her mouth has yet to touch.

His stare edging her to slide her mouth further down his length until her mouth meets her hand. He can see her eyes water from taking all of him in her mouth and he loves it. Loves the throaty moans that are coming from her, the way the vibrate against his dick making a shiver go down his spine.

This isn’t here first rodeo, the way she skillfully works her mouth on him, the way her tongue twists around his head or jerk of her hands. She’s done this before. But never with someone like him.

She could tell you in all the times she had ever blew some guy in her past life, they never tasted of anything. Smelled like anything. But he did. He tasted sweet, like something she had never tasted before. It made her mouth water even more, saliva dripping down her chin as she worked her mouth along his length.

And he must like what she’s doing as she feels the grip in her hair tighten, the feeling of her hair being slightly pulled making her moan around him.

“You love this, don’t you?” He asks her lowly, his voice gruff. “Even in hell you can’t control yourself. Dropping to your knees, begging me to fuck your pretty mouth.” Michael groans.

She’s looking up at him with hooded eyes, his words making her ache more, making her work her mouth harder, taking him as far as she can, until his dick reaches resistance at the back of her throat. His teeth coming to sink into his bottom lip as he watches, throaty moans coming from him.

And even with him this deep in her mouth, she wants more. Wants more of him. Wants to taste more of him. The need to feel him tug at her hair, to watch his eyes roll back into his head, to feel his hips sputter up into her mouth, to hear his moans and degradings of her. She needed it all.

“You take it so good.” Michael murmurs. “You’re so good.”

Both of his hands come to either side of her face and she knows to stop moving without him asking, as he thrusts his hips up into her mouth. The noises her mouth makes and the way she gags around him, doesn’t stop him. It makes the throaty moans fall from his open mouth more, his breath coming out heavier, in fast puffs. He was close.

And the anticipation of feeling him empty himself into her mouth, the warmth of it dripping down her tongue and throat, made needy moans come from her.

But, she was left a little disappointed when he pulled himself from her mouth. One of his hands still tangled in her hair, while the other wraps itself around his dick stroking himself fast.

“Do you want it?”

She nods with a moan as she opens her mouth for him.

“Tell me how bad you want it.” He stares down at her with a slight scowl, his breath heavy. “Beg me for it.”

“Please.” She whines. “I want it so bad. Want to taste you.”

“So needy.” He groans and his eyes roll back, his hand stroking himself faster, until he’s coming with a low throaty moan, his hot seed coating her tongue and chin.

She moans at the taste. It’s sweet, sweeter than the tate of his dick against her tongue. And not like any other she has tasted before. In her past life she hardly, if ever, let men come in her mouth. The taste alone made her stomach sour. But this was different. Michael was different. Not like anyone she had ever let get this far with her.

His breathing is still heavy and he watches her with a satisfied smirk as she swipes the remaining off her chin and licks it clean off of her fingers.

She doesn’t notice that he’s already put himself back in his pants and that his demeanor is back to his cool, calm and collected. His hair still perfectly, his clothes, specifically his pants area having no proof of what just happened.

She doesn’t feel a burn in her throat from his length like she wishes she could. Her never ending, can’t feel anything status back.

“It’s time to go now.” He says cooly, a small smile on his face. He reaches out her hand to her and she takes it, standing from her knees.

He doesn’t say anything else about what just happened, and she doesn’t dare to. She almost wants to ask him if they could do this again. She wouldn’t mind. She’d love to. And when she’s out of hell the possibilities of things they could do would be endless and the thought makes her ache come back, and a smirk form across her lips.

#michael langdon x reader #michael langdon imagines #michael langdon one shots #michael langdon one shot #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon #american horror story imagine #american horror story one shot #os #*wr

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straightouttaneptune · 6 years ago

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Behind closed doors

Pairing: Tony Stark x reader

Warning: Angst. This is just fucked up angsty shit. Do not read if you don’t like dark fics because it’s really just... semi-dark. But for the record, I love Tony. This could’ve been written with any Avenger. No smut though don’t worry.

Summary: Tony lost the love of his life, Y/N Sterling at the hands of ultron. (This is not you, just someone with the same name as you.) He gets obsessed with a new recruit that resembles Y/N Sterling so much that it seems like she came back to life. It’s toxic, it’s dangerous and it doesn’t end well.

A/N: I’m so sorry if it doesn’t make any sense, but I thought it was kind of dark and sad. Not sure if I wrote it right, though. And I swear to you, I love love love Tony with all my heart.

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First encounter Tony had with Y/N Sterling could only be described as love at first sight. She was at one of his great parties, way before Tony had become an Avenger. A new face.

He had watched her the entire evening as she spent her time drinking away at the bar, never dancing or speaking with anyone. He didn’t know what it was that intrigued him, but he was. Usually when women are invited to Tony Stark’s parties, they’d run around the place looking to throw themselves at famous rich men.

He had asked Pepper, who only told him that she was another new assistant, and she wasn’t one for parties. He went over to her to hopefully swoon her, and even though in his drunken state, he remembered her powerful glowing eyes as she flirted back playfully.

It wasn’t long before Y/N and Natalie Rushman revealed themselves as Agents from SHIELD, and the Avengers was formed soon after. Tony and Y/N fell in love, and it was the perfect love story- until Y/N faced a gruesome death at the hands of Ultron.

Three years had passed.

Y/N’s grave wasn’t covered with visible fresh soil anymore but now with green grass, most of her body decomposed already. Posters and flags in her honor were taken down one by one, until the universe started forgetting about her. And the world finally ended their mourning for the fallen hero, but Tony Stark still missed her dearly.

He had many sleepless nights, asking himself on where he went wrong. How he wishes he could have her back in his arms. But none of his wishes were granted, and he was all alone with his tears.

So to say he was surprised when he saw you... would be an understatement of the year. You walked with grace and poise as you strode in the Avengers Compound with your arm linked with Stephen Strange.

You resembled Y/N perfectly. Your hair flowing down to your shoulder blades, swaying with every step, soft doe eyes and the sharp angle of your brows, the plump lips that used to kiss his every night, and the way you held yourself, walked, and laughed at things Stephen had said.

It made him tear up, watching you down there from his office over the protective glass. He couldn’t help but to let tears slip out, all these years of mourning, missing, craving... it made him crazy.

“What the fuck?!” A yell that could only be identified as Natasha’s echoed through the empty open floor of the compound.

“Hello, are- you okay?” You raised a brow in confusion, staring at Natasha Romanoff’s astonished expression. You couldn’t tell wether it was “what the fuck?!” In a good way, or “what the fuck?!” In a bad way.

“Stephen, maybe I shouldn’t be here.” Watching as the Avengers slowly piled in, circling you with equally surprised expressions as Miss Romanoff’s, you got even more confused.

“H-hi? Um, I’m Y/N. I guess, nice to meet you guys. The Avengers! Wow. Is my hair that bad?” You tried to joke, but was only met with silence.

“You’re Y/N?” You heard a deep voice say from behind you. You turned to see the famous Tony Stark in the flesh, standing right behind you.

“Yes! Uh, hi- Mr. Stark. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Oh. Of course... You’re very beautiful, Y/N.”

Your cheeks heated up almost immediately at his comment, taking no notice in the creases of the Avengers’ foreheads. They knew what was happening.

“Oh my gosh... uh, ah, thank you.” You stumbled over your words, leaning into Stephen in hopes of hiding your burning face. The corner of Tony’s mouth slightly twitched, watching Stephen pull his arm around you.

“So, what’s up Stephen?” Natasha tried to change the subject, clapping her hands together and looking up at the doctor.

“Oh, Y/N here, I think she’d make a great addition to the team. Excellent fighter, cryokinetic powers. Right up the Avengers’ alley.”

“Well, thats’-“

“Are you two close?” Tony intervined.

“Uhhh, depends. I’m just her mentor. Was, anyway. She’ll be fine now.”

With Stephen’s words, Tony set his plan in motion to get your attention. And it worked. For a bright youngster like you, an Avenger newbie, getting noticed by the Tony Stark, you were bound to fall in love. Into his web.

A few of the Avengers had tried to warn her, that Tony was not himself yet- he just cared that your name was Y/N and that you resembled her. But you’d push past all of it, claiming his love was real.

“Baby. Sweetheart.” Tony snaked his arms around your waist from behind, littering soft kisses along your neck. You chucked in reply, turning to face him and his sleepy eyes.

“Hey. I was just gonna head out.” You caressed his side, glad that he was finally getting some sleep since you and him got together.

“Oh yeah? Where you going?” Tony said sleepily, holding your hand up and pecking every knuckle.

“I’m gonna get a haircut.”

You watched as his eyes narrowed, his voice suddenly an octave deeper and the playfulness gone.

“What? No you’re not.”

That’s when you saw it. Something dangerous flashed across his eyes, his hand flying up to grip your shoulders. His other hand caressed your locks gently, and you didn’t miss the little mutter that escaped Tony’s mouth.

“That’s not how you wore it.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Go. I’ll phone the stylist on how to style it.”

He ushered you out of the door, leaving you confused and questioning. But you brushed it off anyway, he probably was a good stylist is all.

Maybe you would’ve let it go if that was it. If that was the end of his... obsession. But it kept on escalating, to the point where others would start to notice.

“Hey, Y/N. I wanted to-“ Natasha’s brows furrowed at the sight of you, she hasn’t seen you in around 2 weeks because of a mission.

“Yes?” Your voice trembled very slightly, scared that Nat would point it out. It seemed that you were always scared these days. Your clothing style had changed drastically, your hair and figure matched Y/N Sterling exactly the same.

Since that time when you entered the compound months ago, you lost quite a few pounds, your eyes lost its sparkle and was replaced with full, grayness. Like a rag doll, built just for his liking.

“Are you... okay? You look different.” Natasha looked genuinely concerned, noticing how your gaze fell to the floor.

“It’s Tony, isn’t it?” She stated, rather than asked. You didn’t know how to respond to that, should you lie to an expert assassin, it was certain that she’d know.

You felt guilty as you nodded, keeping your eyes trained on the ground. Natasha called up Wanda, and they took you away from the floor you and Tony shared.

Two weeks later, and you still haven’t returned to Tony’s floor. Despite Tony’s protests, no one would tell him where you were, and no one would let him enter Wanda’s floor.

Bruce came up to Tony one day, just to tell him that you were moving out for good.

“What? Why?”

“You broke her, Tony.”

Bruce left him in his lab, flashing a sympathetic smile before entering the elevator.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #marvel comics #avengers #mcu imagine #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x you #tony stark x reader #tony stark #tony stark angst

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thorscock-y · 6 years ago

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Library (Loki x reader)

Request: Anon asked, Hi I saw that requests were opened, so can you plz write something with Loki x a very flirty (and kinda dirty minded) reader ending in smut? Thank you in advance!

Warnings: Smut, NSFW Images, 18+, Oral, female receiving, Unprotected sex,

Authors Note: I added a little plot to this just because my literature self can’t just jump into a story so yeah haha, enjoy love. PSA, no gifs belong to me, rightful credit to owners.

Masterlist

It was a calm sunny day in New York, traffic was light which meant there wasn’t much honking to be heard and it just helped with the peaceful silence. You were in your room, reading one of your favorite books. Cuddled up in your warm fuzzy blanket, still in your pj’s, you decided today would be a lazy day since you had no plans ahead of you. Or so you thought.

A knock on your door causes you to look up from your book. As you’re about to reply, the door opens anyway without consent for the person to come in. You know for sure that this is Jane. The two of you share a nice apartment together, best friends since you were a little, and the brunette always knocks but never waits for an answer if she can come in or not.

She enters, a face full of smile and excitement.

“Well, come in.” You say, sarcastically.

“Come to Asgard with me!” She’s practically jumping off of her feet with excitement.

Confused by her statement, you set down your book then sit up in your bed. Did you just hear this woman right? Go to Asgard. Somewhere you’ve never been but have been dying to go ever since you’ve heard about the beautiful place. It’s something you’ve been studying for years now with Jane

“What?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed.

“Well, I know how you’ve been wanting to go for a while so last night I was talking to Thor about it, asking if you could go and all and guess what? He’s all for it!” She’s jumping up and down like a happy five year old. Obviously she can’t contain her excitement. “He consulted with his dad and he gave him the get go that it’s okay to bring you, this time.”

“Are you serious?” A huge smile is planted on your face as you flip over the covers, hopping out of bed.

“Yes, I am not even joking with you right now so get ready.”

Your eyes widen in astonishment.

“Wait, we’re leaving today? Now?” Your plans of having a day off had been canceled though you didn’t mind. You loved your comfy bed but going to Asgard was a far way better choice. It had just caught you so off guard that you’d be going as of now.

“Yes, we’re leaving in like ten minutes, Thor’s here.”

“Thanks for the heads up.” You began to scramble around in your gores, looking for a suitable outfit to wear.

Jane shrugged.

“Sorry, I didn’t find out until a minute ago now would you just throw something on? I’m excited for you to see everything there, it’s so beautiful.”

“What do they even wear in Asgard?”

“Honestly, it doesn’t matter. Just get dressed, we’ll be waiting.” With a quick grin, she’s out the door.

“Such a help.” You mutter to yourself then just throw on something casual and simple. A white cotton sweater with black jeans and knee high boots. You walked over to the mirror, to make sure everything looked alright. As you were about to began to adjust some things, Jane came rushing back into the room.

“Great, you look perfect, let’s go.”

There was no fighting this woman, so you complied and let her drag you out of your room and into the living room where Thor was. He was sitting on the couch, in human clothes. You had gotten used to this; him being here and all. He was like a brother to you, the two of you got a long very well. He saw you as a sister as well.

“Hey big guy,” You say.

“Hello to you, lady Y/N.” he stands up, pulling you into a big bear hug.

“How many times do I have to tell you to just call me by my name and not “lady Y/N?” It sounds weird.”

“Forgive me but it is how we formally greet each other back in Asgard though I don’t tend to hug any woman except my mother there so you and Jane are the lucky ones.”

“Mhm, I’m pretty sure you and Jane do more than hugging from what I hear.” You recall the sounds of them, all through the night doing God knows what. All you know is you’re never going to forget those nights where Jane and Thor get carried away. The loud moans from the both of them make you want to throw up.

Jane blushes and looks down while Thor seems to be quite the opposite. He’s glad to be hitting that ass every night.

“Well what can I say? Jane is a woman of vulnerability under my touch and-”

Jane claps and interrupts him before he can say more.

“Alright, time to go! No more discussion of our sex life or there won’t be one anymore.”

You laugh and it’s not a moment more until you guys are on the road. Jane is driving to the spot where you guys first met Thor and she hit him with the car. Oh how that was the funniest thing ever, who would’ve known that would lead to you actually going to Asgard right now at this very moment. You flood Thor and Jane (but mostly Thor) with questions of what Asgard looks like and what’s it like there and if it’s like your research. Sure Jane has told you everything there is to know considering she’s been there quite a few times but you wanted to hear it from the man who’s lived there for basically his whole life.

Thor just told you to wait until you get there so you sat back and tried to envision what you were in store for. Soon enough you guys are standing in the grass and Thor yells something about a Bifrost and you knew what a Bifrost was from your research. You hold onto him tightly, Jane on the other side and then you’re flying high in the air.

Afraid you’ll fall, you clutch onto Thor very tightly. Your heart is hammering out of your chest as you look up and around you and see a rainbow like shimmer. When you arrive in Asgard, your breath is taken away for you have never seen anything more beautiful than the scene above you. It was more than you imagined, more than you dreamed.

You gasp, grinning from ear to ear.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Thor asks.

Loss for words, you nod, still taking in the sight of the place.

“Come on, let me introduce you to my family and then you can venture.”

Thor introduces you to Frigga, Odin and a few of his friends. They’re very kind people and your legs are shaking as you speak to the king and queen. It’s just that you had never met royalty and even though you were meeting them in a mystical world, it was still all very surreal. You can’t believe you’re actually here.

The first place you became really interested in was their library. What they taught the kids here was exquisite, more advanced then what they teach on earth. Thor and Jane had went on to do their own “thing”, trusting that you would be okay on your own so that left you alone in the huge library.

The library was Loki’s quiet place. To get away from everyone because he didn’t like anyone. All he ever hears is talk of his perfect brother, so why even bother to linger in the kingdom? The people of Asgard knew it to be Loki’s place so that’s why they never dared to go there.

Seeing you in his forbidden area had him angry yet you intrigued him. Beautiful, curvy slim waist with a nice ass. Loki was for sure an ass man alright. You’re struggling to reach a book so he comes to your aid, finding it the perfect opportunity to began messing with you.

“Now,” You jump at the voice and turn to your side to see a man. Tall, sleek black hair, pale skin but the hot type of pale. He was the drop dead sexiest man you’d ever seen. “I know you are not from Asgard by the way you dress, so may I ask who you are and what are you doing here, earthling?”

You gulp and turn to look at the man, towering over you. The desire to reach the book has vanished your mind.

“Well I came here with Thor. He wanted to show me Asgard.” You say, not breaking eye contact with him. He’s so damn cute, you’re usually one to not pay that much attention to men and focus on your investigations but this man was making you want to throw all those rules out the door. Yes, he was that fucking hot.

“Thor? Of course.” He grabs the book that you were trying to get and holds it out for you. “I don’t remember Thor ever bringing beautiful women to Asgard. If he had, I would’ve remembered a beautiful face such as yours.”

And that is the start of your relationship with Loki or whatever it was.You honestly weren’t sure what to call it. As you continued to visit Asgard more often, the more the bond between you grew. The endless flirting, the longing glances between each other when no one was looking. Leaving was the worst part but coming back was your favorite.

“You’re killing me, love.” He said, one day.

You were bent over picking up a book, you had “accidentally” dropped on the floor. You wore a skirt on purpose so your sexy lace panties could be seen over your round ass, the ass Loki loved to watch while you walked anywhere. To see it almost bare had his cock twitching with excitement and he fought the urge to bend you over the table and take you right there.

“Oops, I’m just so clumsy.” You say innocently, knowing what you were doing was driving him crazy. Just to mess with even more, you dropped another book in attempt to get the other. “Oh darn, I just keep dropping books.”

Loki’s done keeping restraint, all he knows is he wants to touch you now and the God of Mischief always get’s what he wants. He gets up from his chair, teleporting over to you. You don’t notice he’s there until you feel his cold hands around your waist, and his crotch on your ass. Your smirk to yourself at the reaction you got out of him. He pulls you so your back is to his chest.

“Feeling a little risque today, darling?” He says in your ear.

“Nope.” You say, pulling away from him. You set the books down on the shelf. He groans lowly. “I’m actually feeling a bit.........bored. Are you bored?”

“Bored? With me? My feelings are infinitely hurt and no, I’m never bored when in the company of the most gorgeous girl in the world.”

Not impressed, you turn around, pretending to scan the shelves of books while walking away.

“I bet you call all the women here gorgeous.”

He follows you.

“No, I don’t. No woman is as gorgeous as you are.”

Even though you saw Loki as this sultry arrogant asshole, you took notice of how his attention was never on any of the other women in the kingdom. None of the servants, none of the women from Midgard, his eyes only were always on you. And it was true, Loki only had eyes for you. He enjoyed the flirtatious games the two of you had.

“Yeah.....okay.” You loved toying with him, it was all part of the fun.

“Honestly, do you truly think,” He once again teleported in front of you so you had no choice but to stop walking. “Any women could measure up to your beauty?”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged then dangerously moved closer to him. You put a fingertip on his chest, twirling it around. “How about you prove it to me?”

Loki knew exactly what you had in mind. A cunning smile spread across his face and before you knew it, you were pinned against the wall, Loki’s hands on your waist. You gasp at the suddenness of everything. “

You, my dear, have no idea what you’re in store for.” he says wickedly and then he’s kissing you, hungrily and wanting. Weeks and weeks of lust pushed through him. This is all he’s wanted to do since the moment he laid eyes on you and you felt the same as well.

You kiss back, not caring of the possibility of someone walking in any minute to catch the two of you. Loki flicks his tongue over your bottom lip wanting to be let in but you smirk into the kiss and decide to tease him by not letting him. He groans into the kiss then moves his hand down under your skirt and begins to massage your clothed clit. You moan and he takes that as his chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, gaining his dominance.

Asshole

You move your hand to his chest the other around his neck, wanting to touch him. You’ve been craving this for the longest time now, the feeling of Loki’s lips on yours, his touch, his fingers, all of it had your body heating up and wetness was pooling at your core. He was still rubbing you, softly and slowly but that didn’t last long as he pulled away from the kiss. He placed sloppy wet kisses all over your neck before sinking to his knees. You were startled by this action, not sure what he was doing.

“Relax, kitten.” He spoke softly, glancing up at you.

He reached beneath your skirt, then pulled your panties down. You stepped out of them then Loki took them, tucking them into his back pocket. As you were about to object to that, just to be stubborn, he placed a kiss to your thigh, and then another, and then another each one coming closer to your heat.

His lips were cold due to being a son of a frost giant and all but you didn’t mind. The contrast of temperature between his cold skin and your warm skin felt good.

He slid his hands to your thighs spreading them apart then didn’t waste anymore time as pulled up your skirt then captured your clit into his mouth, sucking. You bit your lip, not wanting to moan to give him the satisfaction that he was pleasuring you. He noticed and began licking over your glistening folds while gripping onto your thighs tightly. Fuck, it felt so good that you couldn’t help but let out a small soft moan.

He smirked to himself then continued on with his deadly acts. He delves deeper, licking past your folds and over your slit. Your hands involuntary grips onto his dark locks, a moan escaping your lips. He groaned in response, delving deep into your pussy. Your taste was like non other, and he couldn’t wait to taste what your juices tasted like flowing into his mouth. He pulled away placing a kiss on your inner thigh before sliding a finger into you, then adding another in after.

You threw your head back onto the wall, your whimpers following. He kisses your clit softly then begins to flick his tongue over it while thrusting his fingers in and out of you. Your breathing is ragged, your chest heaving up and down from the immense pleasure Loki is bringing you.

His hand moves to the back of your knee, pulling your legs further apart so he can taste more of you. He curls his fingers inside of you, your orgasm slowly approaching you as he does this. His tongue is fast, licking over your bundle of nerves bringing you close to the edge. Your grip on his hair tightens and you moan. Your walls clenched around his digits, his tongue still swirling figure eights on your clit, enticing pleasure within you.

His mouth was amazing, you didn’t know how to act. Soon enough you were coming onto his fingers and onto his face, letting out a loud relieving moan that rang all through the walls of the library. It really is good no one ever uses this library except for Loki. He continues to kiss on your clit, pulling his fingers out of you.

He throws your leg over his shoulder then is lapping at your juices not wanting to miss a single drop. Your hips jerked forward, sensitive from the previous orgasm but you still enjoyed the feeling of his mouth on you. He nibbled on your clit gently before placing a quick kiss on your pussy then pulling away.

He stood up so you were now face to face. His chin was dripping with your wetness. He licked his lips before wiping his face with the back of his palm.

“You taste divine,” He said, huskily. Your legs are still slightly numb and you’re still a bit breathless from that amazing orgasm.

He kisses your lips, hard and rough and you kiss back, wrapping your hands around his neck, deepening the kiss. You can taste yourself on his cold lips and that sends shivers down your spine. You moan into the kiss, loving his dominance. He pulls away from the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours.

“But I’m afraid I’m not done with you yet, darling.” Before you can speak he turns you around, applying a hard smack to your ass.

You yelp in surprise then Loki grabs your skirt dragging it quickly down your legs. You put your hands on the wall to steady yourself as you hurriedly step out of it. Next he unbuttons your blouse then slides it off of you, all of this being done very quickly. He’s so eager to be inside of you, and you’re eager to feel him inside of you, both of you were longing for this moment.

Next he unbuckles his pants, sliding them down along with his briefs. His cock is erect and you feel it against your butt causing you to moan from the interaction.

He kisses your shoulder then teases you, flicking the tip over your enlarged numb. You whine in anticipation.

“Loki, please.”

“What is that? Do I hear a plea coming from your sweet little mouth?”

Seriously? He was going to be his usual arrogant self now?

“Yes, just please. My king, please.” You know from what Loki has told you, he wants to rule the world so badly so you thought calling him that would spice it up.

The name sets him off and then he slams into you without warning making you cry out in pleasure. Your walls feel like heaven around him but he gives you a second to adjust. When you give him the get go he then once again thrust inside of you, his pubic bone bouncing off of your ass and then he does it again, not stopping. He grabs your hips tightly while you hold onto the wall for support, soft moans leaving your mouth.

You shivered as you felt the absolute thickness of Loki, pumping inside of you not ever imagining it to be this good. Sure, you dreamt of it, daydreamed of this very moment but never suspected that Loki would have the expertise to be this good. His godlike dick was also helping, sending you into a world of pure bliss. He was truly a God in every way.

Loki watched the way your beautiful ass bounced on his hardened dick, the way your wetness coated his shaft, and the feeling of your walls around him. It was all a beautiful moment that he never wanted to end with you. The way your angelic moans filled the air turned him on even more. He loved pleasuring you like this.

You whimpered as your legs were beginning to shake from the unstopping hard pleasurable thrusts Loki was bringing. The sounds of his skin slapping against yours echoed around the library, sweat broke out onto your bodies making the moment even more hot and bothered then it already was.

The fullness of him is heavenly. He groans then moves deeper into you. Oh, now you can feel him into the brim causing a tingle to erupt into your stomach, your libido rising like crazy.

Wanting to feel your skin even more, Loki yanks you to him roughly so your back is near to his chest. His hand moves to your throat, the other holding your breast. You can feel him deeper inside of you causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head, the pleasure becoming too much for you to handle.

You could feel his breath fanning on your ear, as he continued on to pummel into your pussy relentlessly. Your mouth was wide open in a silent moan. With each new thrusts, he rammed deeper making your body convulse just by that action. You felt it again, that same feeling deep down in darkest part of your body. You were going to come, soon.

Tightly your walls engulfed Loki’s cock and he groaned at the feeling. One hand came and rubbed over you clit fast building up your nerves, your orgasm approaching quickly.

“Oh, Loki, I’m-”

“I know dear.” He kissed your neck, licking and nipping and before you know it your orgasm is raging through you. You moaned out loudly. It wasn’t long until his cock twitched inside of you and spurring hot loads of come inside of you. His come mixes with yours and he doesn’t stop as he rides out both of your highs. Your eyes are hooded with lust.

Loki grips your neck harder, turning your head to the side to capture your lips in his as he continues to fuck you but slowly and sensually now. You moan into his mouth, relishing in this moment. He pulls away and pecks your lip. He pulls out of you as well then turns you around. Both of you are breathing hard from that amazing fuck.

“Was that enough proof?” He asks, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

You wrap you hands around his neck pulling him close to you, so your noses are touching. “More than enough.”

Quick question for you guys, should I post with or without the gifs in between fanfics?

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rogermeddowstayl0r · 6 years ago

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Soulmates : The Night Comes Down | r.t.

Part 2

Summary : Roger attends his local pub for a drink or two, one late night a few months after Queen’s first album was released. What he doesn’t expect to find is a talented Scottish drummer, who catches his eye and intrigues him into a wild night of getting to know her crazy life.

(70s Roger but could be Ben!Roger too if ya like.)

A/N : So this is my first writing so I apologise if this is terrible or cringey. I tried to make everything factually correct but I apologise if it is not, also for any grammar mistakes or misspelling. I have had this idea for a while and I wanted to make it into a series as I have an idea for where I want it to go. Also sorry for any Scottish slang I used during this, if you are unsure just ask! Thank you to anyone who finds this and reads it, i hope you enjoy :)

Warnings : bad writing(?), swearing, a bit of angst I guess & SMUT

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Song : Each chapter is going to have a queen song which kinda sets the scene for the chapter and it’ll be accurate for the time line. the song for this chapter is The Night Comes Down from the Queen album so listen as you read along.

Okay now enjoy ;)

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August 23rd 1973

It was a late summers night in a pub somewhere in London. The slightly overcrowded pub smelt strongly of alcohol and cigarettes smoke. He walked in, lower his sunglasses, tucking them onto his shirt which was only half way done up, and sauntered over towards the bar. He had no business being here, it was just a Thursday night but he had no plans and had decided to head to the pub for a few drinks. He sat down with a beer and looked towards the stage as a band of three girls walked on. He smiled to himself knowing the feeling.

“Hello beautiful people of London!” The lead singer smiled, she was a short girl, short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her accent was very distinctively Scottish. “We are Thistle, incase you forgot. I’m Annie, singer. That’s Beth, on guitar.” She laughed nervously as the crowd cheered. The girl holding the guitar was taller but still petit, also a blonde but her hair was longer. “And of course on drums, can’t forgot our very own Mandy!”

When he laid eyes on her his heart skipped a beat. She was beautifully mysterious. Dark, long wavy hair, very unkept but undesirably sexy. Her green eyes surround by dark smudged black eyeshadow. She smiled wickedly, holding up her drum sticks as the crowd once again cheered. She didn’t notice him at all. But he couldn’t keep his eyes off her.

As the band played Roger quickly realised that they weren’t the most groundbreaking band he had hear. Don’t get him wrong, they were good but the guitarist was slightly out of time, Mandy on drums clearly noticed and couldn’t hide her annoyance as she rolled her eyes, having to speed up on drums to compensate for the sloppy guitarist. Annie, the singer was good, maybe not the strongest singer but still brilliant nonetheless. But Mandy, was truly an extremely talented and skilled drummer, shown through her change of pace due to the guitarist. He was in amazement at her skills, she smirked at the crowd as she hit the drum slower in time with the music. Her eyes caught his in that moment. She smirked and raised an eyebrow as she sang into the microphone...

You’d love to know me

You never will, baby...

Then hitting the drums changing the pace. Her voice was angelic, the lyrics on the other hand needed some work but that didn’t bother him too much.

He order a few more beers throughout there set, watching intently. He was still in amazement at the drummer’s skills, she played so effortlessly, like he’d never seen before, especially from someone who seemed to be in their early 20’s. She didn’t look at him again during the set but their brief ‘encounter’ still had his heart fluttering, a feeling he was extremely unfamiliar with.

“And that’s all we have for you lads!” Annie’s voice concluded after their last song. “Yous were a well good audience, thank you and goodnight!” They all stood at the edge of the stage and bowed.

He searched the crowd for her after they got off stage. He drifted through the crowd towards the backstage but no luck. A security guard said the band had went to get drinks at the bar so that’s where he headed, turning on his heels. Music played and bodies swayed as he walked through the crowd.

Then he saw her standing with the other members of the band and a few taller men and some girls. She was even more beautiful close up. She had a lose shirt with the sleeves cut off, dipping down low exposing the sides of her rib cage and leather trousers, the drum sticks tucked in her pocket. She held a beer and was laughing. He was struck in place for a few moments, luckily she didn’t notice his odd behaviour.

Sitting down again at the bar he tried to stay calm. God damn why was he feelings this way. He ran a hand through his blonde hair and ordered another beer to calm his unnecessary nerves.

Then she came over, leaning over the bar and smiling wildly at the bartender.

“Two shots,” she smirked. “One for me and one for my shaky friend.”

Her words made his ears perk up, turning his head to look at her. She was gesturing towards him.

“M-me?” He managed to choke out. Fuck sake man, keep it cool.

“Aye, i don’t see ‘nyone else shaking like a fucking leaf.” She laughed. Sure, he had heard many Scottish accents in his lifetime but hers was different, like music to his ears.

“I’m not shaking, it’s bloody cold in here.” Dumb excuse, idiot. But still she laughed.

“Aye sure it is. The hundred other bodies in ‘ere would disagree.” She said sarcastically. Her body was coated in a sheen of sweat. The bartender placed the shots in front of them. She took it quickly in one swift motion, not even flinching. He picked up the glass and swallowed the harsh liquid, it stung his throat making him scrunch his face.

“You English never could handle your drink like us Scots.” She raised an eyebrow proudly at him, laughing.

“You Scots sure do love your drink.” He retorted, maybe the shot had cleared his nerves and he was finally starting to feel more confident. “I’m Roger, probably should have said that sooner.” He tried to play off his nervous rambling as cool as he could.

“Mandy.” She simply replied extending her hand to shake his. “Roger. Nice name. You’re cute.” She said it so simply. He could feel her wrapping him round her finger as his heart fluttered again.

“Oi. Hey. Can I get a rum and coke.” She addressed the bartender. He looked at her the same way Roger had. “On the house.” He replied putting the drink out in front of her.

“Guess you’re used to that.” He said but instantly regretted it. Why was he all of a sudden having issues talking to a girl? She just hummed a response sipping her drink.

“Suppose you are too, Mr. Taylor?” She playfully grinned and raised her eyebrow again. He was shocked and taken aback.

“You know who I am?” He said it quietly.

She nodded. “Who wouldn’t know the famous Queen? A few friends a know from London saw your shows, said you were bringing out an album durin’ summer. A bought it, ‘s quite good to be fair.” She continued downing her drink.

“Oh.” Was all he could manage to say.

She set the empty glass down on the bar and leaned closer to him. “Feels weird to be someone else’s groupie bitch tonight? Shoe’s on the other foot huh?” Her tone was thick with lust. She was flirting with him? He felt her warm breath on his neck. She bit the bottom of his ear and he shivered. She leaned back smirking. Roger was at a loss for words.

Confidence found its way back to Roger’s head. “I’m nobody’s bitch, love.” He smirked.

“Oh, is that so?” She smiled but then her tone changed. “If I remember correctly, I just bought you a shot and it’s only fair to return the favour?” Despite her talking about alcohol, Roger’s mind instantly filled with dirty thoughts about returning a favour.

He waved down the bartender. “Two more shots, oh, and two rum and cokes.”

The drinks arrived and soon an unspoken game of who could out-drink who began. Mandy, of course, insisted that she could out drink Roger by a mile, he wasn’t willing to agree without evidence. So the drinks flowed as time flew away from them.

“So you’re really going to tour the WORLD!” Mandy exclaimed very drunkly.

“Yuuup.” Roger responded proudly, smiling lazily. He was extremely intoxicated, he couldn’t tell if it was solely the alcohol to blame or if the girl in front of him also had something to do with it.

“Interesting. My shitty little band will never make it. We’re practicing in this big fancy recording studio, Beth knows people. But I suggested recording an album and they all freaked out and rejected the idea.” She sighed, her hand rested under her chin.

“Sounds like you need a new band?” He suggested and she laughed.

“I suppose I do. But, you-“ she poked his chest harshly, “Roger Taylor, are three drinks behind me. So drink up or admit defeat.” Her hands were on her hips and she smiled at her victory.

“And what happens if I lose?” He flirted, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t ya know?!” She exclaimed. “Losers. Get. Nothing.” Her tone was thick with lust again. She was so close to him again. Then she leaned in, pressing her lips against his. She kissed him harshly, he pulled her onto his lap. Her hands tangled into his hair, tugging and pulling him closer. His hands were on her hips, fingers digging in. His tongue met hers and they danced together at a rhythm only they knew. Being this close to her made his head spin, getting even more drunk off her kiss. She pulled away breathless and smiled, licking her swollen lips.

“We should get outta ‘ere?” She suggested. And she didn’t have to say it twice before Roger took her hand and they headed out the bar. She had failed to notice where the rest of her band went. She didn’t care.

The cool, August air hit both their flushed faces as the exited the bar. Her hand was in his. He pushed her up against the wall outside the bar and kissed her again.

“Where you stayin’?” he asked.

“Hotel a few streets over, I dunno London that well though. Fuck” She said breathlessly.

“A name would be handy, love?” He laughed.

They reached the hotel, after dancings and laughing drunkly in the streets. The usual 5 minuet walk had taken just over 10 minutes as they got distracted by kissing under lamp posts or giggling.

Mandy opened the door to the hotel room, as soon as she did his lips were on her, attacking her with hard kisses filled with lust and desire. The door closed.

Pushing her up against the wall, he dug his hips into hers as she gasped. He kissed down her jaw and neck stopping to kiss and suck harder on the spot where she moaned harder. His shirt was swiftly unbuttoned and thrown to the floor of the dark hotel room. He pulled her top over her head, he hands roamed her body, gripping her hips or her breasts. She moaned in response. She pulled him towards the bed, pushing him backwards his back hitting the mattress as she crawled on top of him. Her hands trailed down his stomach as she nibbled his ear and sucked his neck, earning a groan and soft moan from Roger.

He flipped her over so now she was underneath him. He hovered over her body, kissing her again passionately. Then moved down to in between her thighs, kissing the slow skin. She felt her excitement grow, sure Mandy had hooked up with many guys but they usually skipped foreplay and jumped right into the fucking. No one had got down on her in months so when Rogers mouth made contact with her she jumped slightly from the unfamiliarity.

“You alright love?” He looked her in the eyes with concern.

“God yes, don’t stop.” She breathlessly laughed.

So he continued, licking her. Faster with every moan which escape her lips. He gently pushed a finger inside her core, earning a harsh gasp and causing her to clutch the sheets. He made his pace fast, she became breathless moaning his name repeatedly, the only word her brain could remember. She felt her body tense as the pleasure built up in the bottom of her stomach.

“God. Fuck. Roger I’m gonna-“ she cut herself off with a deep moan.

“Do it, love. Cum for me.” His voice was deep and husky. She did as he commanded, her body giving into the pleasure. Closing her eyes tightly and throwing her head back. She had never experienced anything quite like that, not in a long time.

He moved back up to kiss her again, stroking her hair. When she had calm down she went to push him into his back when he stopped her. She gave him a confused look.

“What? It’s only fair for me to return the favour?” She smirked.

“I just want to fuck you.” He growled, his voice low. She complied, lying back down as he buried his head in he neck, bitting and sucking gently.

He positioned himself at her entrance. She bit her lip and looked him in the eyes, kissing him as he slid inside her. Moaning in each other’s mouths, he picked up a pace and they fell into a beautiful rhythm of pleasure. The sound of moan and ecstasy filled the room.

“Roger,” Mandy whimpered as she felt the sensation begin to build up in her core again.

“I know love, I’m close.” He stroked her hair as she gripped onto his shoulder. And they came undone together. He lay on top of her panting heavily as she ran her hands through his hair.

“My god, love.” Roger spoke softly as he moved to the side of her, he pulled her closer. “Ain’t you something special.”

#ahhh this is my first writing #im so scared #i hope you enjoy #roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x oc #roger taylor fanfic #queen #70s #writing #becki writes

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dorkyungsoowrites · 6 years ago

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Spontaneous Attraction Ch. 3

Pairings: Kyungsoo x You

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Future Smut | Ambiguous AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.3k

Description: Your first date with the handsome stranger.

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You couldn't get him out of your head. You were constantly distracted at work, wondering if he would actually show up. It was two days later he texted with a new phone and set up a date two weeks out. It was the only communication you had with him until you arrived at the restaurant he had suggested. You had put on slightly nicer clothes than what you normally wore and waited anxiously outside the doors. Ten minutes late, you spotted him crossing the street nearby and sighed in relief. You took a deep breath to calm the pounding in your chest and smiled as he approached you. He was wearing a dark grey suit sans tie. You had to take another deep breath.

"Hello," you greeted slightly nervous. "You look really handsome." He looked down at himself like he wasn't sure you were seeing the same person, but smiled a little anyway.

"Thank you. You look pretty girl--pretty good--I mean, you look--" he sighed frustratedly. "I like your outfit." Your smile had widened as he stumbled over his words. It made you feel better knowing he was just as nervous as you. It took some of the pressure off.

"Thanks." You extended your hand. "My name is Y/N. It's a pleasure meeting you." He shook it once and let go. There was no magic spark. His palm was kind of clammy actually. Butterflies weren't bombarding your stomach, but when he introduced himself you just knew it was going to be a good night. Call it intuition, but there was something about this man that made you want to find out more. There was a mystery behind his dark, emotive eyes. You were eager to read it.

"It's a pleasure meeting you properly. I'm Kyungsoo. I'm also sorry I'm late."

"It's fine," you assured. "I'm glad I get the chance to talk to you again, Kyungsoo." He turned toward the front door and you followed. "What a lovely name." He didn't respond, but as he held the door open for you you caught the pink tint to his cheeks. He gave his name to the host, and you were lead to a booth near the back of the restaurant he reserved. It wasn't that the place was particularly fancy, but he had reserved a time anyway so you didn't need to wait. Which made you wonder how far back he had called. It was a popular place. Maybe he even called right after you agreed to the venue. The thought made you smile. Sitting down across from him, he didn't speak until the waiter introduced themselves and left you with menus and water. He un-buttoned his jacket to sit more comfortably.

"I'm not exactly sure how to start this."

"A conversation?" you questioned with a light chuckle. He didn't agree, but he didn't refute your statement either. "Then allow me to help you out. Did you make up with your friends for dragging you to a club?"

"I don't think they'll be trying that again," he answered ominously. "My roommate was just happy I was okay after disappearing. The others, endless teasing about sleeping at a strange woman's place."

"I guess it does sound kind of crazy. I bet they told you not to text me."

"You would be right."

"I can't blame them. My roommate would flip if she knew I was out on a date with a stranger."

"You didn't tell anyone?" he asked, surprised. Your smile turned bashful, glancing away a second. How were his eyes so intense?

"I know it sounds stupid, but I kind of liked the idea that I had this secret friend. It felt special." You couldn't read his expression. You scanned through the menu a minute. Kyungsoo spoke up suddenly, saying evenly,

"My roommate gave you a nickname." You looked at him through your eyelashes.

"Oh? What is it?"

"Ms. Anonymous."

"So do you have just the one roommate like me?"

"There's quite a few of us, but it's a big place."

"Are you ready to order?" The waiter had come back. You sat straight and nodded. After the waiter walked away you thought about more conversation topics.

"Do you listen to a lot of music?" He visibly stiffened, but his tone remained steady.

"Yes." Your eyes shined with excitement.

"What kind of genres are your favorite?" His shoulders relaxed. You shrugged it off.

"Most of what I listen to is pop or hip-hop, but I'll listen to just about any genre if the music is good."

"What makes the music good for you?" you asked with genuine interest. He hesitated, brows knitting together in confusion.

"I've never been asked that before."

"Sorry, no pressure. Music is one of the few things I know a lot about, and I love it so much I can get carried away sometimes talking about it. I'm a musician." His eyes went wide only for a second, otherwise showing no reaction.

"I thought you ran a motel for drunk strangers."

"Only in my free time," you chuckled. "Most of the time I teach private lessons and freelance around the city."

"What genres do you love most?"

"Oh I listen to everything, but not all as much as I'd like to. Work and looking for work keeps me pretty occupied. Though I guess classical, jazz, and rock are the majority of stuff I listen to lately. I'll listen to pop or hip-hop if it's on the radio sometimes, but I've never found an artist I really got into. To be fair I haven't really been looking. I can't stand country music, though. That's the only thing I'll never listen to if I can help it. They all sound the same, and not in the snobby classically trained musician way. I mean they actually sound freakishly similar. At least in pop there's an artistry to it, but country artists don't even try."

"An artistry to pop?" Kyungsoo repeated. Color him intrigued. Music he knew. Music he could connect with.

"Sure, if you pay attention. There's a reason it has its own genre. There are trope keys to put a song in and over-used chords, but they can be super creative and diverse in structure and variety and I love that. My old friends hated pop music cause they thought it was too repetitive, but if you find the right artist I think it can be great. Meaningful lyrics, the perfectly timed silence, or a good cluster chord, or a catchy bridge can make all the difference in my opinion. I'll listen to the same crappy song a million times if I like the chord progression. Ooh, or when there's a more melodic song and they modulate. It's so cliche, but I love hearing that. And when you find an artist whose voice you love and you get those descants?" You exhaled, speaking dreamily. "That's just so powerful. You get chills, but like, you feel calm at the same time. You know what I mean?" You noticed his expression hadn't changed, only listening with that intense stare. You couldn't tell what he was thinking, but felt like he could see straight through you. It withered your confidence slightly. "Sorry, stop me if I sound boring. We can talk about something else. Like, what do you do in your spare time?"

"You don't sound boring at all," he replied cooly. "You're passionate about music. I'd love to hear more of your thoughts on it." Your face felt like it was on fire.

"Okay," you giggled nervously. As you sipped some water he asked,

"Are you warm? There's a vent blowing on this side if you want to switch."

"No, just flustered," you admitted bluntly. "I wasn't expecting you to be interested in my rants. Have you ever played an instrument? I only ask because I just realized I used some music theory terms and I don't want to assume anything."

"I'm decent at piano, and yes, I understand music theory."

"Oh a piano boy? Fun. Well then, Kyungsoo, what dumb thing would you like to hear me rant about in music next?"

"I don't know. What about the question you asked me earlier? What makes the music good for you?"

"That's a complicated answer," you grinned, leaning your arms on the edge of the table.

"We have all night." You sipped your water one more time. The longer you spent with him the more you liked him.

"I love it." Kyungsoo tilted his head like a confused puppy. "I love music. Always have, always will. It makes me happy. It's that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach and the center of your chest where you know things are just...right." You shrugged and added, "as long as there's that, I think you shouldn't hold back and love without reserve. I don't know how else to explain it." You tried to live life like that as well, which explained why you asked a stranger on a date only because you had a 'good feeling' about his personality. The corner of his mouth lifted.

"I think I understand."

"I think it's story time," you declared, straightening your posture. "So it starts with me burning a lesson book and ends with a dog howling on stage."

"What?" Kyungsoo half-chuckled as his eyes turned to saucers.

"It's a fun story, I swear. Okay, so I was like eight years old. My piano teacher kept trying to get me to play Fur Elise for a recital, but I wanted to try something harder like a Brahms intermezzo. She wasn't having it so naturally my friend and I thought if I 'lost' it I'd be free to play what I wanted. Apparently we didn't know that printers existed. So the sheet music was tragically charred, but my idiot brain forgot another flaw in our plan; I had Fur Elise memorized from day one. I could probably still play it now from muscle memory alone I am so bitter about that song and Moonlight Sonata, and Canon in D. Anyway, the day of the recital my neighbor informs me her dog recently had a litter of puppies and wondered if our parents would be willing to adopt one. I mean it was a heavy burden," you over dramatized your hand gestures. "But I was willing to carry that puppy all the way to the car. I mean you see where this is going, right?"

"You brought a puppy to your recital? Have you always been crazy?"

"Everyone's a little crazy. I had it in the green room, but it got out somehow. So it runs out, plants itself next to the piano bench, and starts trying to sing along to Fur Elise. It was so adorable."

"Did your parents let you keep it?"

"Alas, no. Turned out we never had pets cause my dad was allergic, but a friend who also played in the recital was able to take it home. Named her Opera. I wish I'd kept in touch with him. He was a close friend growing up."

The rest of the night went perfectly. You kept casual conversation with Kyungsoo until the food arrived when you ate in comfortable silence. You kept catching each other stealing glances and smiling. Those eyes drawing you in every time you felt their weight on you. Hooded through his long eyelashes. Intimidating yet kind. At one point you couldn't hold back and said,

"You have really intense eyes." Kyungsoo froze and looked at you straight on.

"I'm sorry, I was glaring wasn't I? I promise I didn't mean to scare you. I--"

"It's okay," you interrupted with a grin. He must have been told off in the past before. That was the only reason you could think of for why he'd have such a strong reaction. You had the urge to reach out to comfort him, but the table made that impossible. Your fingers curling back in once you reached your water glass. "You're not scary at all, Kyungsoo." He pressed his lips shut tight and swallowed thickly. "I was trying to compliment you. I didn't think you were glaring. I just really like your eyes. Maybe I should've said amazing. I'm sorry."

"You think they're amazing?" he mumbled in disbelief. You glanced down and snagged your lip with your teeth briefly.

"Yeah."

"Oh...thank you." After a moment you caught sight of him reaching for you. Meeting you halfway on the tabletop. Your heartbeat picked up its pace as his fingers feathered over your knuckles. He covered your hand with his, squeezing once gently. He was so warm. When you looked up he offered an impish smile which you returned. Then you both took your hands back at the same time to continue eating. When dinner was over he walked you outside.

"I had a wonderful time," you told him with a shy smile. He mimicked it, putting his hands in his pockets.

"I had wonderful company." Your smile widened, heart racing.

"Can I see you again?"

"I think I'd like that, Y/N. I'll text you when I learn my work schedule monday."

"Maybe this time...movie night? My place?"

"What about your roommate?"

"She works nights at the hospital. She doesn't even have to know you're coming over if you want."

"Why would you think I want that?"

"You seem like a private person. I don't want to push you into anything you're uncomfortable with."

"I am warming up to the idea of being your secret stranger," he said with a soft smile.

"Then I look forward to hearing from you monday."

"Yeah," he replied, eyes practically molten, shimmering amber in the street light. "Have a good weekend."

"I hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend, too. Thank you for an amazing night." Resting a hand on his arm, you leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Goodnight, Kyungsoo." It might have been your imagination, but you could have sworn he blushed. With a small wave, you both went your separate ways.

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bobowhooo · 7 years ago

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Potent Savages

Genre : Thriller/Trigger warningsss/Angst/Smut/exo, oc, and blackpink gang au

Summary : This fast paced kind of lifestyle isn’t for everyone, but for these young rich savages it’s second nature.

Chapter 2 : Riveting

Welcome back. Lets pick up where we left off, shall we?

After we escaped from the dragons men, we all ended up hiding in some nasty smelling, broken down place that the exo gang usually use for interrogation purposes. Now let me set the mood for you, 14 crazy ass adolescents that hate each other, cooped up in a dark, cold, torture garage. The perfect storm is what this kind of thing can be called.

Hard ass verbal blows were being thrown all over the place, mostly by the more talkative of the two gangs , and guns were being pulled out even though we all knew nobody had it in them to shoot at anyone in this room right now......then againnn

“Can everybody just shut the fuck up! DAMN.” Suho yelled at the room with his stern voice.

I stop my yelling to look at suho with an expression that says “who the fuck are you talking to boi?”

He speaks up again “Just in case you all forgot, JIYONGS MEN ARE LOOKING FOR US AND WANT TO FUCKING EAT OUR ASSES.”

“NO DUH DIPSHIT.” i yelled right back at him for no reason other than im heated right now.

“Sit down little girl.” baekhyun spoke in a tone that could buy him a hard slap.

I rolled the shit out of my eyes as jisoo spoke to suho, “well do you have some kind of plan?”

“I do have plan that could work out well for us. Is everyone willing to listen?” suho was speaking in a serious tone as he slowly got up and stood above us all, while we all stayed seated on the cold floor.

He took our silence as an agreement and continued, “Jiyong has been trying to beat us at what we’re best at, does anyone know what that is?”

“Being assholes?”

“Being little bitches?”

“Doing drugs?”

“What?”

“God damn it, chanyeol, jondae, shut the hell up.” suho sighed with a fed up tone when he spoke to the two boys before he continued speaking himself.

“I think we can all agree that confrontation is what we’re best at.”

“That’s true, you guys surprised me at that party the other night, i cant lie.” rosé said with her chin propped up on her knees as she sat on the floor next to me.

“same.” the exo member kai finally spoke up. where did they find this one? heaven?

I couldn’t help but feel weird at this moment. Exo wants jiyongs head, nothing less, and i dont know if im ready to see him die. Yes he does want me dead now, but i still like him. Wait what the hell am i thinking!? i dont care what happens to that douchebag same goes for the exo gang, Its all about, my girls, my coins, and me at the end of the day.......right?

“Aya?” suho called out, and broke my train of thought. “You down?”

“Fuck yeah.”

When suho hyung was done telling all of us about his plan, we went to one of blackpinks gunrunners to get ready for our attack on the dragon estate.

A few different conversations were going on all at once in this car, but the only one im interested in is the one going on right next to me between lay and aya as she sits on his lap, due to lack of space.

“I guess you haven’t caught the asshole disease some of these guys walk around with huh?”

Lay gives her a laugh “asshole disease?”

“Ugh get a damn room you two.” i spoke with an irritated tone because the conversation between the two was going so well.

“Are you mad because im not sitting on your lap baekhyun?” aya looked at me with a teasing pout.

“Dont flatter yourself little girl.”

“You have one more damn time to call me little girl.”

“Litt-”

“We’re here.” suho said from the front seat as we pull into the dark woods that lead to the backyard of jiyongs estate.

I watched aya take a deep breathe. I wonder if she’ll be able to do this, she could love him too much to make any moves. That could be a problem.

According to plan rosé and aya jump out first as the rest of us stay in the car.

“Stay safe girls.” she said to the rest of the blackpink girls in the car, while giving me the stank eye as she got out.

And with that, she was gone.

We walked right in, not trying to hide ourselves.

The dragons men looked surprised at our arrival but they didnt shoot or anything, they dont want these problems.

Once we got to the door of the dragons office, the two guards standing there had an unsettled look, as if they have just seen a ghost. Ahh i get it, these fucktards thought we were dead.

I rolled my eyes while flicking them off and walked right in to the office like an asshole.

“Hi oppa.”

Jiyongs elbows were propped up on his desk with his head in his hands before he lifted it up to look at us.

“I cant say i was expecting you, but im not surprised either.” he stated as he got up from his luxury chair.

“Two faced pig.” rosé spat out in disgust.

“i missed you too rosé.”

“So thats it? after everything?” i asked sincerely curious because his answer determines my next move.

“What do you think this is aya? We only fucked. I never loved you, and surprise surprise, i never will. Its called pretending baby.”

“And now you want me dead.” i spoke sternly to the dragon in the room.

A sinister smirk crept on his face before he spoke “Oh you have no idea darling.”

“DIGGIE.” fuck.

Out of nowhere comes flying jiyongs death-dealing body guard diggie, heading straight for rosé, but before i could intervene she pushed me in the direction of kwon jiyong, who was about to break the window of his own office and escape.

I ran towards him and jumped over his sturdy mahogany desk. He pulled out a gun from his side and pointed it at me before i robbed him of his balance with my foot. He shot a small hole into the roof of the room in reaction to my sudden move and i got on top of him knocking the gun out of his hand. He started panicking obviously not ready for this, close range, hand to hand combat he was about to experience. Just then gunshots and screams were heard from outside the dragons office.

They’re inside.

We finally entered the mansion of our enemy, i was shooting in every direction with my uzi, trying to reach the stairs. Finding aya and the dragon are my top priorities at the moment. Chanyeol, lay, and sehun followed behind, as i made my way up the stairs, and anyone in our path was a dead man walking.

i was sprinting towards the door of the dragons office before a heavy man in all black came flying through it, i could hardly see his face because of all the blood, as he laid on floor in front of the door surrounded by broken wood.

“Damn.” sehun voiced from behind me. I continued walking toward the threshold of the chaotic office and saw aya on top of jiyong with dark cold eyes. intrigued by the sight i stopped moving and just watched her.

The dragon was bloody and almost unconscious as she pulled his neck up.

“Open up.” she said to him in a voice stripped of mercy and its old lively nature. The enemy obeyed her, and i watched her try to fit her gold glock 26 in his mouth. Her mouth twisted into a frown before she harshly hit him in the face with her gun once “Open wider you little bitch!” her eyes became more like ice cubes with every movement as she started to lose herself to a side she doesnt know she has, as she mercilessly beat him more.

“AYA STOP.” rosé tried to intervene while pulling on one of the girls arms, but she was pushed away and stumbled onto the floor with wide eyes in reaction.

“AYA.” i called out to her this time with a harsh tone, and she whipped her head toward me with the eyes of a bloodthirsty animal hell-bent on ripping the man underneath her apart. The boys behind me snapped out of their dazed states and ran in to the room about to grab her off of him while they had the chance, she let them pick her up while her eyes stayed on me.

“What happened here?” suho asked from behind me referring to the half gone jiyong on the floor. Chanyeol pointed towards aya and she slapped his hand out of her face. “Whatever, as long as hes not dead, grab him and put em in the trunk.” suho said to chanyeol, lay, and sehun. I decided to make my way towards aya who was crouched down on the floor by the wall, but rosé got to her first and i decided to leave them be.

i took a deep breath in after thinking about how aya was acting just moments ago. Shes so untamed and unpredictable and honestly its starting to grow on me. hell must be freezing right now huh? gotta remember to ask soo.

Me and my girls took one of jiyongs cars so we can get away from exo for a bit, even though we are currently following them to one of their other mansions, a talk between us alone needed to be had.

“Im sorry for losing my shit back there girls.” i blurted out eagerly hoping to break the silence.

“We’re sorry we weren’t there to stop you.” lisa replied just as eagerly.

“Yeah, but you’re a real pain to restrain when you’re in that kind of state, you know.” jennie spoke honestly as always.

Jisoo had her eyes on the road as she listened to the conversation silently. I was in the passenger seat feeling like an idiot as i looked back at rosé who was looking out of the window of the black bugatti veyron. she hates when i get like that more than anyone in this car, i wonder if she’s mad or just dissappointed, hopefully the latter, i damn sure dont want her to be mad at me.

Silence showed its face again and i watched the car take a left into a driveway of an aesthetically pleasing mansion that belonged to exo men.

Our lights were still on as the guys in the car parked in front of us got out one by one. The one i now know as jongdae was the first to the trunk, just like the time i was captured by them....assholes. He pulled kwon jiyong the dragon out and asked for help carrying him. Tonight is going to be the last time i see jiyong oppa alive, well half alive....no regrets.

“You okay?” jisoo asked in concern for me since i was watching jiyong basically get carried away by death in the form of 9 men. The rest of the girls in the car were also looking at me with concern before i spoke up hoping to ease their minds alittle “hell yeah im good, guys he was a piece of shit okay, i was probably gonna kill him myself one of these days anyways.” i gave a playful wink and a charming smile. Why should i be sad about it when i almost beat him to death with my lucky glock 26, i sure as hell wasnt bothered by it then and im not going to be now.

After the girls started to ease up alittle, baekhyun and chanyeol came out of their mansion looking like the calm after the storm and approached our car. Chanyeol knocked on the window of my side as a signal to roll it down and baekhyun stood behind him with his hands in his pockets. His hair is all ruffled and he was looking like a teenage girls dream in that stance.....damn.......i kinda wanna-

“yo why are yall still in the car?” chanyeol interrupted my thoughts as he leaned down and looked at us with his eyebrow cocked. “Does it matter boi?” i asked giving attitude because thats what im best at, sorry, one.....thats one of the things im best at. “Just get out the car and follow us little girl, damn.” baekhyun said with a lick of his lip. “fine.” i voiced before putting my hand on chanyeols shoulder as a signal to back up, he stood there with a smirk on his face in response to the touch, so i opened the car door forcefully not caring if he is in the way or isnt at this point. The rest of the girls got out at the same time and the two exo members had us follow them to the mansion.

“Holy shit!” lisa yelled while looking around inside the mansion. she is so right this place is too nice. “yah aya, why dont we get something like this huh?” lisa spoke excitedly again. “Because we’re not 9 boys trying to compensate for.... things.” i replied to her question while giving the two men that showed us in a stank look because of the smug expressions they had on.

“yeah yeah whatever, what do you guys spend all your money on? purses?” chanyeol asked with a teasing tone.

“Dont be sexist chanyeol, no one calls them purses anymore.” jennie said as she looked at an expensive vase they had on display in the middle of the room we were in.

“Looks like you all are enjoying yourselves.” suho was coming down the stairs as the rest of the boys followed.

I looked at him up and down about to ask the question thats been burning the back of my head. “yo suho?”

He looked at me and cocked his eyebrow as he reached the end of the stairs. “jiyong.....are you done with him?” rosé asked before i could, probably trying to save me the feelings that come with asking if hes alive. Even though its unnecessary, im fine.

Bluntly suho spoke “yes im done with him, and yes he is dead.” Baekhyun looked at me quickly probably wanting to see if i was going to break down, thats how everyone was looking at me actually. this is pissing me off.

“The fuck are you guys looking at me like that for, i dont give a shit.” i said with a bored look dominating my features, “can we talk money now so me and my girls can go?” i voiced, looking at suho for an answer.

“Of course but i was thinking we should celebrate alittle. I think after today we all deserve some fun.” suho said his voice sounding something close to a proud dad.

“What kind of fun are you talking about?” jisoo asked. We were in the huge living room of the mansion and the boys took seats all around us as me and the girls continued standing looking curious.

“Nothing too crazy, if thats even possible for us, we promise, come on stay and celebrate with us.” suho replied as his eyes stayed on jisoo. AHA he sooooo wants her. i looked between jisoo and suho with a smirk. Well whats the harm in staying, jisoo never gets any, maybe i can get her laid. But do i really want to “party” with the exo gang? i look at all the boys in the room then lock eyes with baekhyun who is on the couch with his legs in a man spread. He looked at me intently waiting for me to say something, my girls were also looking at me in the same way.

I turned to jisoo “ you wanna stay chichu?” i said as i swung an arm over her shoulders, “yeah i wanna celebrate and im starving.”

“Lets turn up then.” i said with a wide smile while bringing my face closer to hers and giggling.

Everyone stood up yelling their approval of my answer. Acting like rowdy teenagers we got the party started. In that moment we forgot about everything that happened before it.

Glad you came back?

AUTHORS NOTE : ayyyy yuh girl finished iiiit it took me so long because i was getting too excited and started doing the most and ugh just long story short sorry for the wait hehheh. anyways if you liked it let me knoww if you wanna stay silent im cool with that too hehe. kisses <3 ~ laila.

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truelovevoltage · 7 years ago

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SITSC: Singing Rehab by Amy Winehouse

“spookymarilynmansonlover said: Hello I would like to a sitsc request where Ryoichi, Yuzuki, Satsuki, Noel reaction to mc singing Rehab by Amy Winehouse plz :) thank you and have a wonderful day ♥️”

Requested: Yes

For: spookymarilynmansonlover

Smut: No

Noel Aijima

Noel came home right after his race. You already knew the outcome and the two of you make plans for celebrating his victory. The dinner was set for seven o’clock in the evening and you started to get ready. Considering the time you gave yourself to get ready, it didn’t occur to you that your boyfriend was eager to see you. Noel came earlier than expected.

You were still in the shower when you started to sing the chorus of Rehab.

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said no no no

Yes I’ve been black but when I come back you’ll know know know

I ain’t got the time and if my daddy thinks I’m fine

He’s tried to make me go to rehab but I won’t go go go

Noel stood outside the bathroom door listening to you sing. It was his first time hearing you sing and it made him really happy. He didn’t want to interrupt your singing and waited outside the door.

When the tap was turned off he knew that you were done taking a shower. At the end of the song, you started to hum random songs as you put clothes on and left the bathroom. Meanwhile, you were about to turn right out of the bathroom you were surprised to see Noel. “Noel! You scared me!” You put your hand on your chest. Noel chuckled, “I’m sorry for scaring you. I couldn’t help but listen to your voice. I didn’t know you could sing.”

You blushed. You felt embarrassed that your boyfriend heard you sing. “I usually sing for myself and not anyone else that’s why I didn’t tell you, and cause I’m shy about it.”

“Hmm.. Well that good then, at least only I can hear you sing. Will you sing for me sometime?” He asked.

It was out of your comfort zone but Noel isn’t just a stranger. He’s your boyfriend and singing to him doesn’t make you uncomfortable, in fact, the opposite. It makes you have and gives you a lot of self-esteem. “Of course! I’d love to Noel.” You smiled.

Ryoichi Hirose

The famous romance writer was struggling with a writer’s block. Usually, he would overcome in minutes if he took a break but he just couldn’t think of a plot. It was frustrating him. He even rejected your call because he thought it would let him get his groove back.

You had an idea what was going on but he was rejecting all your calls. It was now time to take action. You wanted to help Ryoichi overcome his writer’s block and you didn’t care if he’d push you away.

With the spare key he gave you, you opened his apartment. He was in his study room and unlocked that door as well. “Y/N? What the hell are you doing here? I’m busy right now!” He yelled. You dragged him out of his study room. “Look you can get mad at me later, push me away even but I just want to help you.” You led him to the living room. Ryoichi glared at you for dragging him out of his study room. He wanted where this was going and decided stay.

In just a few moments you started to perform a song for him.

I’d rather be at home with Ray

I ain’t got seven days

Cause there’s nothing

There’s nothing you

Ryoichi was really surprised about your ability to sing. It cheered him up and got rid of his writer’s block. At the end of the song, he was speechless. “I know you’re mad and I’m sorry.” You sighed. “Mad? I’m not mad.. Maybe in the beginning I was, but after hearing you sing, I felt peaceful and I was able to think of many plots for my novel! I’m sorry I snapped at you Y/N.” He kissed you gently.

“At least now I know that if I ever get a writer’s block, I can always call you to sing to me.” He rested his forehead on yours.

“You know I’ll always be happy to help, now go! Start writing!” You pushed him back to his study room.

When the doors were closed Ryoichi couldn’t help but smile to himself. “You sure are full of surprises.”

Satsuki Kitaoji

The man said “Why do you think you here?”

I said I got no idea

I’m gonna, I’m gonna lose my baby

So I always keep a bottle near

He said “I just think you’re depressed”

This is me “Yeah, baby, and the rest”

You were singing your heart out as you cleaned the apartment that you and Satsuki share. Satsuki watched you as you sang, danced and cleaned the apartment. He kept quiet, he didn’t want to stop you from dancing nor singing. “Well, that was definitely something.” He clapped when the song ended.

You were surprised to see your boyfriend in the apartment this early in the morning. “Satsuki! I thought you were coming later.” You asked shyly.

He asked about why you never mentioned about being able to sing and told him that you never got a chance to bring it up. It’s not something that people would just announce out of a blue in a relationship. “Well I know this is last minute but, we had another celebrity that was supposed to sing for an even but canceled on us last minute. Would you be able to replace her and sing for an upcoming event at the casino?” He smiled at you sweetly.

You just couldn’t say no to that face. He’s basically the master of convincing people and won’t take no for an answer. “Not like I have a choice do I, Mister Kitaoji?” He kissed you on the lips. “No, I don’t think you do.” He smiled and held you in an embrace.

Yuzuki Kitaoji

Your boyfriend had a party for his upcoming movie. Of course, you’re his date to this party. You’re looking forward to it because you know how much he’s been working hard within these couple of months.

You were familiar with some of the guests' faces due to your work. Yuzuki couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as we went to greet other members in the party, but to your surprise, the last person he greeted is someone you’ve known since your high school days. “Mr. Kinomoto? Is that you?” You questioned. “Oh my if it isn’t Y/N. How’ve you been?”

Yuzuki greeted Mr. Kinomoto as well and the three of you had a conversation that went back to your high school days. This intrigues Yuzuki, he wanted to know you as a back when you were in high school since you already know what he was like in high school. “Well, she was a great singer. I honestly would’ve thought she’d go for a career in the music industry but it looks like something else caught her attention and followed it.”

Upon hearing this Yuzuki pulled you away from the crowd and took you to the balcony. “You can sing?” He asked. “Everyone can sing Yuzuki. But yeah I guess. I am going to warn you that I’m not good.” You smiled. “Can I hear you sing?” He pleaded.

I don’t ever wanna drink again

I just, ohh I just need a friend

I’m not gonna spend ten weeks

Have everyone think I’m on the mend

It’s not just my pride

It’s just till these tears have dried

You sang the last part of the song and looked over to Yuzuki. “Are you crazy? You were absolutely wonderful Y/N! That wasn’t something out of ordinary Y/N.” He kissed you. “Hmm. I guess I’m not an ordinary woman at all huh.” You winked at your boyfriend.

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