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I canât wait for the day you decide to give us staff wooziđ𫶠Like yes give me that man â°ïžâ°ïžâ°ïž
staff!woozi
WARNINGS: suggestive, wet dream, mentions of animes.
staff!woozi whoâs practically part of your nervous system, making sure your mic is hot and those earbuds donât fry your brain mid-show. heâs always just thereâlike this phantom, gliding in with his little toolbox, brows furrowed in that way he thinks makes him look tough, but honestly, youâre kinda finding it cute now. he doesnât even have to look at you anymore; just one twitch of your finger, and he knows exactly how to tune your sound to perfection.
youâre halfway through soundcheck, squinting against the stage lights that feel hot enough to cook you alive, when your left earbud goes all staticy. and before you even manage to do your little signalâa quick point downâheâs already behind you. no warning. just his voice in your ear, all low, like heâs got some big secret: âleft oneâs crackling again?â
you turn, one eyebrow up. âdamn, woozi, you psychic now or what?â
he just huffs, pulling the earbud from your hand with this look like, duh. âyouâre predictable,â he says, but thereâs that ghost of a smirk, just the tiniest hint of it, whichâyeah, okay, it gets to you a bit.
heâs fiddling with it, fingers so precise you swear itâs like watching magic. âyou keep playing with âem too much. one more yank, and iâm replacing it.â
ânot my fault they suck,â you mutter, grinning when he gives you that little glare, one that says i dare you to test me.
âtry it again..â he mutters, his voice dry, clipped. heâs already yanked a whole mess of cables and tested every single one, but well, itâs jihoon. heâs on his perfectionist shit.
âtestinâ⊠one, twoâŠâ you go through it, all monotone, like youâre recitinâ a grocery list.
he glances up, hands fiddlinâ with some random connector piece, but heâs noddinâ, brows all scrunched up like heâs concentratinâ on the meaning of life. and then, without even lookinâ at you, he says, âspeak up like youâre actually performinâânot just for me.â
staff!woozi, in his worn-out, slightly-too-tight black t-shirt, earphones looped around his neck like some kinda edgy fashion statement, looks too good for your eyes.
âi am performinâ,â you toss back, brows raised. âjust, yâknow, waitinâ for the tech crew to keep up.â
he scoffs, and finally, he looks up, an eyebrow quirked in that way he does when heâs two seconds away from roastinâ you to death. âkeep up? alright, superstar, letâs get your fancy ass mic workinâ then.â
staff!woozi who's always fumbling with your clothing as he fix the mic return on your back. mumbling something about the mic feedback being all off. and with this stage clothing, the skin-tight fabric practically painted on you, thereâs no space to breatheâlet alone to move. so when he reaches to adjust the receiver on your back, the boy have no gentleness to tidy it up.
âhow can you even breathe in these? hold still.â he sulks. his fingers brush against your skin, just under the edge of the outfit, and you swear his touch is cool, like ice, but somehow it sends this weird heat up your body. his hand skims along your back, his fingers grazing just under the fabric, feeling way more personal than it should.
âthis is⊠really necessary?â you breathe out, tryinâ to keep your voice casual, even though your heartâs doinâ that embarrassingly loud thud-thud thing.
he doesnât even look fazed, just gives you a quick, smug look, like he can sense your pulse trippinâ over itself. âunless you want the mic feed to sound like a dying robot⊠yeah, this is necessary.â
his hand lingers just a second too long on your skin before he adjusts the strap at your shoulder, his thumb grazing the edge of the outfit. youâre caught somewhere between wantinâ to annoyingly roll your eyes or âhornylyâ roll your eyes.
staff!woozi who somehow, always ends up next to you on the road, no matter where you sit, and by now, youâve kinda claimed his shoulder as your own personal pillow. he doesnât complainâjust settles in, eyes closed, arms crossed, and lets you drift off.
but today, as your head leans into that familiar spot, his voice pipes up. âyâknow, there are other seats.â
you crack an eye open, only to see him smirking down at you. heâs lookinâ all pompous, like heâs finally pieced together your little routine. âitâs just⊠comfortable,â you mumble, shoving your face back into his shoulder, feelinâ the soft weight of his hoodie, and okay, maybe the solidness of his arm too.
he chuckles, a sound thatâs too close to teasing. âoh, so iâm a human pillow now?â
âpretty much,â you mutter, pretendinâ to yawn. âitâs just⊠efficient.â
next thing you know, youâre both out cold, side by side, and the crewâs gotta wake you both up at the next stop. you stumble out of the van, all bleary-eyed and yawning, both of you with puffy eyes, while the rest of the teamâs trying not to laugh.
staff!woozi who watches animes during his breaks. youâre sittin in the dressing room, half-done with your makeup, feeling that pre-show buzz, and thereâs woozi, huddled over his phone, totally zoned out in his own world. youâve seen him do this beforeâearbuds in, watchinâ his anime.
so today, curiosity gets the best of you. you wander over, leaninâ over his shoulder, catchinâ a glimpse of bright colors and characters moving around on his screeng
âyouâre into this?â you ask, unable to hide the smirk as he looks up, caught.
he pulls one earbud out, glancinâ at you like heâs deciding whether or not to share his âseriousâ interest. then he sighs, almost reluctantly, but starts explaining the plot, his voice just a little too enthusiastic. and youâre nodding, totally faking that you get it, but heâs so damn into it, you canât help but get a little wrapped up in his excitement.
when youâre waiting for the other idols to finish up their set, the two of you are back in the dressing room, side by side, watching some random episode. you donât know half of whatâs going on, but jihoonâs talking fast, pointing out characters, explaining every little detail like itâs life or death. you just follow it because staff!woozi is hot.
you donât know how you ended up here, exactlyâ n wooziâs hotel room, in your freshest hoodie and sweats, hair still a bit damp from your after-show shower. but youâre here, a slice of pizza in one hand and woozi right next to you, already deep into the latest anime episode like heâs watching some masterpiece.
it started simple enough, you mentioning anime to him once. you barely know the basics, honestly, but your friend is an encyclopedia of every single plot twist, so you could at least fake it a little. and youâd swear wooziâs eyes practically lit up when you said youâd âtotally be down to watch something with him, if he had recommendations.â it became your thing on tourâgrabbing a pizza, lounging in his room, and watching the latest episodes like two kids after school.
but right now? youâre barely paying attention to the screen. wooziâs sitting next to you in this black tank top, arms looking like heâs been lifting soundboards for fun, thick enough to make your mind drift way off the anime plot. his shorts? even worse. you didnât even realize a person could look that good just sitting down, like heâs giving you a whole show without even trying.
âare you even watching?â he mutters, catching you totally off guard. woozi raises an eyebrow at you, smirking. damn, he knew.
âoh, yeah, totally!â you stammer, nodding way too enthusiastically. âi know⊠exactly⊠whatâs going on here.â but that smirk just grows, his gaze sliding back to the screen as if to say, yeah, sure you do.
staff!woozi, who hardly tears his eyes from the screen the whole night, so focused itâs like heâs analyzing every frame. youâre beside him, bundled up in his bed, head lolling as the exhaustion finally takes over, pulling you under. he glances at you every so oftenâat first just a quick look to make sure youâre out, catching the soft rise and fall of your breathing, the way your lashes brush your cheeks in the low light. youâd been running on fumes all night, so seeing you drift off wasnât a surprise.
but then, he hears itâhis name, whispered under your breath, soft like itâs the only thing on your mind even while youâre dreaming. his focus shifts. your back arches just the tiniest bit, your brows drawn together, thighs pressing tight like youâre holding onto some sweet secret even he isnât supposed to know.
and suddenly, heâs more tuned into you than the screen, pulse pounding in his ears.
woozi pretends this never happened. or tries to.
staff!woozi, whoâs suddenly got a whole new edge to him the next morning, acting all distant like you didnât just watch an entire anime season in his bed last night. on the plane, you figure thingsâll be back to normalâyouâve got this routine where you always end up leaning on his shoulder, especially after long nights. but today, heâs keeping a solid inch between you both, arms crossed like heâs suddenly allergic to any kind of closeness.
you try once, shifting a little closer, giving him that sleepy, half-pouty look that usually does the trick. he just leans away, adjusting his earbuds like he didnât notice.
you huff. âyo, whatâs your deal? iâm just trying to sleep, and youâre over here playing hard-to-get?â
he glances over, raising an eyebrow.
âdonât act like youâre too good for it.â you roll your eyes, crossing your arms. âyou let me last night.â
âyeah, well, Iâm not your pillow today. i gotta keep my neck in one piece.â
you nudge him with your elbow. âsince when did you start caring about your neck, huh? youâre literally hunched over soundboards for a living.â
he shoots you a side-eye. âand maybe thatâs why i need to protect it now.â
you snicker, leaning back, but thereâs that stubborn pout on your face. âwhatever, woozi. donât get mad at me just âcause you didnât sleep enough watching the show without me.â
youâre still leaning back, sulking a little, when you hear it â just a low mumble under his breath. ânot my fault you were⊠moaning my name last nightâŠâ
your head snaps around so fast you practically pull a muscle. âexcuse me?â you whisper, eyes wide as saucers.
he stares at you, lips parting slightly as he realizes he definitely said that louder than intended. his eyes dart away, and heâs already sinking into the seat like he might disappear.
you blink, heartbeat going wild as you piece together last night, flashes of the dream youâd had flooding backâheat and skin and his name on your lips. you remember waking up in his bed, flustered and warm, rushing back to your own room before he could see the look on your face.
âso⊠you heard that?â
his hand goes up to rub the back of his neck, cheeks reddening under that deadpan expression heâs clinging to. âyeah, uh⊠kinda hard to miss...?â
you bury your face in your hands, groaning, but you canât resist sneaking a glance at him. heâs biting his lip, looking anywhere but at you, and you swear thereâs a faint smirk heâs trying to hide.
âgod, woozi, you couldâve just⊠i dunno, woken me up or something!â you mutter, feeling the burn creep up your cheeks.
âyeah, right,â he snorts, glancing back at you now with this smug little glint in his eyes. âlike youâd want that.â
#seventeen imagines#seventeen reactions#seventeen headcanons#seventeen x reader#seventeen scenarios#seventeen smut#seventeen#seventeen fluff#svt smut#svt imagines#seventeen fic#seventeen x you#seventeen x yn#seventeen x oc#seventeen x y/n#woozi smut#woozi#woozi x reader#svt woozi#seventeen woozi#woozi fluff#woozi angst#woozi imagines#woozi scenarios#woozi reactions#woozi drabbles#woozi headcanons#jihoon smut#lee jihoon#jihoon x reader
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Oooo headcannonâsâŠIf possible can we get Ace with a reader whoâs fire resistant due to a devil fruit?
Hello!!! I love love love receiving your asks! i'm so sorry this took so long, i finished writing it at the start of november but it got deleted when i went to post itđ
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He is a silly goose at heart, and if you're his friend, you'll need to be ready for a few pranks once he finds out about your fire-resistance. For example, setting you ablaze when meeting strangers because their reactions are priceless, or annoying you with little fire-punches that have flames licking at your cheeks when sat next to each other at dinner (his fist never actually came in contact with your skinâ he's not that stupid), or anything else he can come up with.
Also, expect a lot of testing. Like, constantly bothering you and begging you to be a guinea pig for the new move he's been wanting to try, or seeing how hot he can make his flames by slowly trying to burn your palm, things like that. Of course he'd be careful if you were unsure of it, but he would trust you enough to be 100% confident that you'd be fine if you told him that there was no way he could burn you.
If he had a crush on you though, he's a little bit more careful. Yes, he knows that you won't get burned no matter what, but with the added complexity of having feelings for you, he doesn't really want to risk anything. That doesn't mean he won't show off though, because trust me, he loves to do that.
He'll create firework shows just for you, or come up with excuses to use his powers whenever he canâ including warming you up by making himself a human bonfire.
Now, if you're his lover, the whole game changes.
If you were a badass, cool, tough kinda babe, he has little issue with creating small flames in the palm of his hand and letting you play around with them, but that's about where he draws the line before he gets too worried. If you were the sweet, kind, shy type however, I don't think he'd be able to bring his flames anywhere near your skin.
He'd be WAYYYYY too paranoid to set his sweetheart on fireâ what if he burned you?? What if your devil fruit powers worked differently then you thought???? WHAT IF YOU HATED HIM AFTERWARDS????
"Ace, come on, stop being a party pooper!" You whine, wanting to test out your abilities. And what better way to do so then with your fire-fist boyfriend? "Babydoll, I'm not gonna set you on fire..." He murmured uneasily, as if the thought made his skin crawl. "Fun haterđ" "Love you too, angel-face!đ"
For afab readers, he most definitely works as your full-time heating pad when you're on your period.
It wasn't even your ideaâ he just asked Marco how to ease your cramps (tearfully, might I add, mans was terrified for you), and he just about jumped with joy when he found out that heat makes it better, skipping back to your cabin to fulfill his God-given duty, which was cradling you like a baby to his chest and heating your back and stomach.
NSFW HEADCANONS BELOW! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!
While on the topic of periods, hear me out: heated period sex.
My man loves him so good period sex, especially if you let him act as an internal heating pad by warming his cock. He'll keep his large hand on your stomach to feel the bulge of his cock and heat up his palm to ease your cramps, whispering sweet praises into your ears while he keeps himself to the hilt, letting you adjust to his large size while he himself tried not to cry out in bliss.
Mess? What mess? You think the Fire Fist Ace is afraid of some blood? Honey, we have towels for a reason, don't even worry about it.
100% into temperature play, but again, only uses real fire if you're the tougher type or you beg. Though you'll never forget that one time he teased your nipples with a flame on the tip of his tongue...
In summery: Ace is a complicated guy, so your personality and role definitely change his opinions a lot (sorry if the way i'm writing it is annoying tho).
#one piece#one piece x reader#portgas d ace#portgas ace x reader#portgas ace x you#portgas d ace x reader#portgas d ace fluff#portgas d ace x you#portgas d ace x y/n#portgas d. ace x reader#portgas d. ace#ace x reader#ace x you#headcanon#ace headcanons
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i donât bother getting mad at twitter users who steal gifs from tumblr creators without credit because itâs just not worth the energy anymore, but if you act like a cunt when someone politely informs you that you should give credit? personally, i think you should be firebombed.
#two very sweet strangers asked someone to give credit on a gif they reposted of mine#and i saw them repost it and was just like ânot worth the time askingâ#but people had already said something on my behalf so i thought hey! iâll toss the tumblr link in a reply and thank them!#they didnât act rude about it when people told them then. they werenât super receptive but they werenât rude so i kept following them#and now i just saw this account tweet credit for another gif with such a rude tone to it#like iâm sorry#i promise tweeting that link took 1/7482748th of the time it took to make that gif#you deserve to suffer a fate of seeing unrecolored 2 pixel blurry gifs from automatic gif making websites for all of eternity#hoping i can find their tumblr and block them just for being so rude about it#people were SO kind in informing them that its polite to give credit#thereâs no need to act like someone held a gun to your head and forced you to do something absolutely absurd in giving credit from then on#anywayâŠ. tumblr > twitter always#ive never ONCE seen someone use my gifs without credit on here#its always always always credited#this is so long but it really got me heated đ#*
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The E.J in our brain when Iâve been just standing there as if I have all the time in the fucking world
#Itâs my last day home and Iâve had to stop what Iâm doing multiple times to rest đ#Really worried about high pain days but hopefully Iâll be able to manage it. I hateee being in the heat for so long & I do not really have#Many days off since Iâll be leaving again right after one session has finished#Augh Iâve got this. the place Iâm working at is my best case scenario. but Iâm just gonna be reminded every day#how much I need my physical aids and how killer it is to be on my feet nonstop! Still excited Iâm just gonna be exhausted by the end of it.#Anyway I love this screencap itâs so funny to me
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đ” đžđ đ don't fly away my beautiful bird đđ đžđ”
(aka pretend EP is actually in this because i was crying too much to get his face at the end, but look!!! my beloveds)
#i have....so so many things to say but am emotionally overwrought at the moment#so instead i'll share my mom and i were almost in here alone?#an older couple came in just after it started and apparently had somewhere to go and left twenty minutes before it was over...?!#i'm literally sitting in my seat like đđđ„șđđđ„ș and a vibration goes off and they leave#i guess you could say they *could* walk out#so anyway i got to be annoying and clap at the end solo like the unhinged woman that i am#then dance around to the final credits then cry at his voice coming in for the end of if i can dream. truly an experience#and i do not foresee going to a movie again anytime soon since we haven't in so many years#so i was soaking up every bit of it#we had heated recliners i'm so so thankful because my spine didn't even hurt đ#anyway this movie does NOT feel as long as it is#and it is so beautiful it's just such an incredible piece of filmmaking as a whole#i've loved it more each time i've seen it and the music in the theatre...my entire heart...#austin is so captivating on the big screen but EVERY element is phenomenal on the big screen it's just gorgeous and such a love letter#it makes my heart ache and fills it up all at once...the love of my life and soul being music too it's so embedded in this as its center#i'm just...really grateful it's something i got to see and experience#and i'm really glad he lingered through time and in and out of years of my life and waited around for me đ#jess.mess#bubble wrap around my heart#elvis
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ADULT STORE
âł GETO ăăă + fem!reader
"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense."
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Pt. 2
Summary : product testing with the helpful employee at the adult store!
Warnings : minors do not read/interact : smut/explicit content : using toys, stranger/hookup sex, softdom!Geto, praise, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, sex fantasy trope (sex with the adult store employee)
Note : i haven't made a trip to the adult store in ages bc... everything i want is so expensive lol (the struggle) đ i have some rlly funny adult store stories i could ramble about but i will refrain â anyways, indulge yourselves in this fantasy, angels! đ
Playme : wanna know what it's like?
The gate of the store buzzes, the employee watches you open it with a clink and enter the adult store. Your eyes flood with the overwhelming sight of wall-to-wall toys.
The smooth voice of the employee comes from behind the cash register.
"Yo."
Long hair. Dark, brooding look â almost gothic. Attractive hands with pronounced veins running over the back of them, poised on the countertop which he's lazing over.
He sees you and slowly straightens out his back out to impress you with his height.
"Ah, h-hello..."
He hears you stutter, and assumes it must be your first time in an adult store.
"First time? I mean, in an adult store, that is." he breaks the ice.
"Haha, y-yeah... yeah, it's my first time."
Yeah, that's what I thought.
He holds hard and deep eye contact with you. Yes, he's aware of how intensely he stares. He's doing it on purpose.
"Would you like some assistance, or do you just want to leisurely browse by yourself?"
His tone is so friendly, it doesn't let on to how heated his abdomen is getting at the sight of you.
"Yes, please, I'd appreciate your assistance."
Aw, of course.
"M'kay... then let me assist you."
He smoothly comes out from behind the counter and the two of you stand in front of a wall of toys.
"Overwhelmed?" he chuckles, noting how your eyes widen while looking at all the products. "I know there's a lot to choose from. But just focus on your needs. What do you need?"
"What do I need? Honestly, I have no idea what I need." you laugh nervously.
I know exactly what she needs...
"Well, why don't we carefully go through the products together? I'm sure I can figure out what you need. Promise I know my stuff. I've been working here for three years."
His nonchalance and professionalism puts you at ease. It's something he prides himself on: making customers feel relaxed.
Your eye catches on a pink dildo, so he takes it off the rack to show you up close.
"This one's good, it's got a ribbed design." he shows it off. "Are you looking for just penetration or clitoral stimulation?"
Aw, she's flustered.
"Uh, both I guess? Yeah. I'd love both."
Of course you'd love both. That's what you need, pretty girl.
"Both? Come over here. Let me show you something you might like."
There's a flirty tension between the two of you that just keeps getting more and more... intense.
He plucks a curvy vibrator. It looks expensive. Because it is expensive.
"This one's got ten functionsâ"
"âten?! Sounds a bit extra."
"Nothing's too extra when it comes to your personal pleasure."
The two of you share a long look, then laugh.
"But it really is an excellent product."
"Are you advertising?" you joke teasingly.
"Absolutely." he jokes, "Kidding. I'm not trying to come across as a preachy marketer or something. I've used it with partners in the past, that's why I'm recommending it; I know it's good. It's a pretty intense toy. Helps girls squirt even if they think they can't."
I could make her squirt.
He's running his eyes up and down your body.
"Is that so...?" you mumble flirtatiously, eyeing out the product in his veiny, manly hands.
"Hm, still a skeptic? Because I'm sure I could please you."
He hopes that you note his deliberate use of 'I' and not 'it' there.
"Yeah. I'm sure you could please me, too." you flirt.
A heat erupts in his abdomen and stomach.
Oh wow... now she's really flirting, huh? Why'd I wear tight pants today of all days...
He has an unwavering gaze on you. You've captivated him. Put him in some kinda horny trance.
"Did I say me? Sorry. Slip of the tongue." he murmurs, voice dropping lower, "I meant the vibrator." he obviously lies.
You and him exchange a suggestive, longing look. You can feel your pussy clench around nothing, begging to get stuffed up and pleasured.
He hesitates before speaking again, as if he's scared of crossing a line and making you uncomfortable.
"If you want to... we could test it out together?" he suggests. His nonchalance is an act, really he's so nervous when he asks this.
"I'd love to..." you consent, and he doesn't miss the erotic excitement in your tone.
He nods towards the backdoor, eyes keeping on you and your cute little body that he just wants to feel and squeeze like a toy itself.
"Promise to keep your lips sealed about this? I don't wanna get fired for uh... you know... demonstrating products... to my pretty customer."
"Only if you promise to help me squirt for the first time."
Oh wow. Fuck. I'm hard.
His lips widen into a devilish grin. "Sure thing."
After a sloppy, desperate make out with this stranger, you find yourself sat on the couch in the breakroom. Door locked. Blinds shuttered closed. Legs spread wide to his liking, as he cushions the vibrator into your plush slit.
He's rubbing it slowly up and down your folds. He watches your reactions intently, breathing heavier at the sight of your pussy squishing under the pink dildo. The buzzing sound fills the room, but your moans are louder.
He clutches the toy gently, massaging the bulbous head into your clit with sweeping circular motions.
"F-fuck... that pretty clit feels good, doesn't it? Yeah? Let's get it feeling even better."
He turns it up a notch. It buzzes harder against your sensitive nub.
"How's that? Haha, yeah, intense, isn't it?
"Yeahhh â Fuck! Ohhh that's so good, that's so â oh my goddd fuckkk. S-sorry I think... I'm gonna cummm â !!"
"It's okay. Cum as hard as you can, yeah? I want you to get a good idea of how well this toy can pleasure you before you buy it, after all. Oh there we go... just let go and... f-fuck... wow... j-just cum like that. Fuck... that pretty clit feels so good now, huh? Gonna cum? Gonna cum for me, with a vibrator on your cunt?"
He takes note of your reaction to his dirty talk and smirks. Then he slyly turns the toy's setting higher and it buzzes more intensely, and in one... two... three... seconds, you're squirting like crazy all over the pink vibrator and his hand.
Holy shit, look at that pretty pussy gushing... she could drench my dick. I wanna be inside her so fucking baddd...
"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense." he regains his professional tone after you cum.
He turns the toy off and watches you come down from your shaking orgasm, smug look on his face. He keeps it clutched in his veiny hand, and brings it up to his lips to suck and lick up all your juices from it.
She tastes so fucking good... I feel dizzy.
You watch him with wide eyes as he tastes your slick off the toy.
"F-fuck... wh-what did you s-s-say your name was again?" you stutter, starstruck by this stranger.
You're so fucking dizzy, your pussy is buzzing like it still feels the intensity of the toy against it.
"Hm, wanna know my name?" he smiles teasingly, "How about you cum on my face and then I'll tell you."
"Fuck, okay."
And then as soon as you give him permission, he's hungrily diving between your thighs.
"Oh my god..." he loves how you gasp and writhe under the influence of his mouth.
Let's see how fucked-out I can get her. Wanna see her lose her mind 'cause of me.
His lips latch onto your labia and suckle, then onto your clit. He points his tongue at your clit, then oh my god flattens it and laps at your bud while suckling. His softness shows a hint to tenderness in his personality; he really knows how to treat a woman well.
This stranger spoils your pussy with his tongue and lips. He seems to be in his own little world while nosing between your thighs. He carelessly gets your juices smeared across his cheek and lets the rest dribble down his chin.
"Fuck fuck fuck â like that, like that. Don't stop don't stop â !! 'm gonna cum! G-gonna â fffffffucking cummmm ahhhhh â !!"
He flicks the tip of his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, eager to make your pussy freak out on his mouth. Just before you cum he slips two fingers into your hole, middle and ring, and pumps them into a sweet spot hard. He just wants to get an idea of the feeling of your pussy when it cums.
Suckling at your clit, fingering you with nice hard rough strokes, closing his eyes like he's the one enjoying it meanwhile he's silent and you're moaning like you're going insane. He can tell you're close and speeds it up.
"Cum cum cum, cum for me. Just let go and cum." he sounds so desperate, and that professional tone of his is finally cracking. "Cum on my fucking face, please."
And he dives his tongue right back into your hole, wriggling his tongue around, resulting in the nastiest wet squelching sound. His lips press flat against your pussy, he draws in a deep breath and your heat is all he smells.
Please cum on my face. Please please please.
"Ah! Fuck! Fuckkkk!"
You gush right on his lips, which are plump and swollen and red and glistening with your slick.
He pulls away and licks his lips and tells you his name.
"Suguru, by the way. My name's Suguru. Hey... can I give you my number?"
Oh he's so smooth. But he's even smoother at the checkout, when he asks if you're free this Friday for a date. At his apartment. With the company of some of his favorite toys.
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i luv shopaholic readerđïžhow about when she comes back him from a long day of shopping she makes rafe sit down and look at everything she got bonus if barry happens to be theređ
a/n: i am happy you love her! i was so scared to write out the ask so i feel so much better know so many people like shopaholic reader! đthank you for sending a request đ€
you push open the door with a grin, arms heavy with bags from your long day out. the living room lights cast a warm glow, and you spot rafe lounging on the couch, his long legs stretched out, one arm lazily draped over the backrest. barry is there too, slouched next to him, probably running his mouth as usual.
rafeâs eyes land on you immediately, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. "well, well, look whoâs back," he drawls, glancing at the mountain of bags in your hands. "how much damage did you do today?"
you step into the room, dropping your bags with a dramatic sigh. "enough," you tease, leaning down to start rummaging through your purchases. "and now you get to sit here and admire all the amazing things i got."
barry chuckles from the other side of the couch. "oh, this should be good. letâs see what you got for pretty boy over here."
rafe rolls his eyes, shifting in his seat. "barry, shut up."
you pull out the first item, a sleek black dress that youâre particularly excited about, holding it up against your body and giving a little twirl. "so⊠what do you think? date night material?"
rafeâs gaze darkens, his eyes raking over you slowly. "definitely. though iâd prefer if you werenât wearing anything at all."
you toss the dress at him, heat creeping up your cheeks. "behave."
rafe catches the dress, his smirk widening as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "come here and i might."
barry snickers. "damn, sheâs got you real bad, huh?"
ignoring barry, you pull out a pair of shoes next. "these? i bought just because i knew theyâd drive you crazy."
rafeâs eyes flick down to the strappy heels, and you can see the flicker of approval in his gaze. "put âem on."
"you wish." you flash him a playful smile, slipping the heels back into the box. "maybe if youâre good."
barry throws his head back, laughing. "this is better than i thought. iâm staying."
rafeâs eyes narrow at barry, but he turns his attention back to you, a more dangerous edge to his voice. "you really gonna make me sit here and watch you play dress-up all night, or are you gonna come over here and give me a real show?"
you walk closer, your eyes locking with his, the tension crackling between you. "a real show, huh?" you lean down just enough so that your lips are inches from his. "what do i get out of it?"
rafeâs hand moves to your waist, pulling you the rest of the way until you're sitting in his lap. "youâll get more than you can handle."
barry rolls his eyes. "okay, iâm outta here before it gets x-rated."
you laugh, but the sound fades as rafe's hand slides up your thigh, his lips brushing against your ear. "now, show me what else you bought, or iâll lose interest real fast."
you smirk, giving him a teasing look. "oh, i donât think youâre gonna lose interest anytime soon."
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YOUR EYES TOLD ME, âGIRL, COME RIDE ME !â kenji sato x fem!reader
you never could resist kenjiâs eyes.
cw. oral (m receiving), overstim (?), mild dumbification (kenji doesnât like thinking when it comes to you), kenjiâs highkey obsessed with you, sex toys (vibrator that reader pulled out of god knows where), sub!kenji & gentledom!reader whoâd do anything for him, alt synopsis: you and kenji fuck NASTY, aftercare, mina cameo, kenji and reader are equally obsessed with eachother. porn with barely any plot
notes. iâm releasing all my inhibitions just posting this; itâs incredibly self indulgent đđ this is my first time writing & posting smut, so iâm sorry if there any errors. thisâll likely be the first and last time iâll post smut ever . chat i am literally so embarrassed this is not what i stand for . this is also good for a select audience; the ppl who get it, get itđđ
you never could resist kenjiâs eyes.
itâs funny, you were the one to ask him outâyou took a chance and decided to be brave, and when kenji heard the words roll out of your mouth, the expression that made its way onto his perfect faceâgod, it took all you had in you not to take him then and there. his eyes were so big, and he was just so cute, and the both of you were so very flustered, but as he smiled and accepted, you knew that you were in for the long run with him.Â
his eyes pulled you in at every possible moment.
they pulled you into bed at night, and out of it in the morning. all kenji really needed to do was look at you the right way and youâd give in to every one of his whims, no questions asked; you were his. as much as you wanted to tell yourself you had him wrapped around your finger, because you did, it didnât compare to just how much youâd risk for him. you were his, through and through. just looking at kenji did things to you.
you never could resist kenjiâs eyes, especially now.
did he know what he was doing? in those sweatpants, that white shirt that accentuated his biceps just a little too goodâthe way his mouth hung open tiredly, the prettiest soft lipsâin his hand, some of that âdamnedâ coconut water mina had given him. he mustâve been so tired to just settle with that. he was sprawled out on that weirdly big sofa of his, head thrown back, resting against the arm of the chair and legs spreadâalready enticing enough. you trailed your eyes from his tired body, to his eyes.
oh god, his eyes.
kenjiâs hooded eyes raked across your form, then back to your face. His pretty eyes seemed to stare into yours for a little longer, almost needingâlongingâto be paid attention to.Â
you caved.
kenjiâs breath hitched when you had suddenly straddled him, embarrassment evident in your face along with hints of poorly hidden lust. âbaby?ââ he had tried to give you a proper greeting when you walked in, but you had foiled his attempts. now, he just looked at you cluelessly. you were breathing heavier than usual. âwhats got you so perked up?â he tried to tease, but you shushed him. âyouâre so â youâre so fucking stupid ââ you whispered. he raised an eyebrow.
âwhereâd that come from?ââÂ
âcan i give you head?â you blurted out and he did a double take. âwhere is this coming from?!â he asked again, his face heating upâhe didnât seem against it, though. you looked at him. he always looked at you when he talked, even when you didnât have the bravery to look back into his pretty eyesâhe always looked at you. It disarmed you so quickly. âYour eyes are so fucking pretty.â you began. ââHavenât known love until you looked at me with them.âÂ
Kenji went haywire. it was so obvious that he was flustered, the blush reaching deep into his neck and the way he tried to cover his face was proof of that. you didnât let him cover his face, you never did. âtoo pretty.â you muttered, and he only gave in to you more. âI want you so bad.â you looked into his eyes for what seemed to be the first time in forever. everything in you was just screaming, screaming at you to, for lack of a better word, fuck him. You wanted him so motherfucking bad.
kenji could never really resist your eyes either.
something in the way you looked at him, as you kissed the tip of his cock, did something to Kenji. âShit.â he cursed, watching your spit dribble down the baseâand he jolted up as you wrapped your fingers around him because you were being such a fucking tease. âYou wanted me so bad, now youâre teasing me to death here, baby, pleaseââ he pleaded. you only smiled, your hands, your touch, was so light on him now. he could barely feel it, which made him reasonably pouty. then you unexpectedly pressed the tips of your fingers into him, and he gripped the couch a little bit tighter.
you took the tip into your mouth first, tongue swirling around it as he twitched in your control. kenjiâs tip was always so sensitive, it wasnât a surprise you had decided to go for it firstâyou wanted him to give in to you, after all. to give all of him to you this time.
it was funny how easy it was to get him to cave; just the bob of your head up and down had him clawing at your hair and pulling you in deeper and deeper. you could feel him in the back of your throat, and as you watched him babble on and on about how every hole you had was made for him (all the holes that mattered, atleast), and how you made him feel so good, you clenched your thighs and chose to be patient.Â
you wanted to play with him for a little while.
âplease, please, please, please, pleaseââ
âoh, kenji, youâre moving too much. try to sit still, okay?â
kenji never realized his dick could get that red, nor did he realize you ever had any of this in youâyou were always so obedient. you did what you could to please him, and he always made it a point to take good, good care of you; he was just so tired today, he didnât think youâd be the one taking care of him this time. where did you even get that vibrator? how are you so good at handling it? why is he asking these questions? he doesnât even want to think anymore, he just wants you on him. the feeling of your tongue, planting itself on the very tip of his cockâand the feeling of the vibrator perched upon his base is dizzying, and kenji canât even speak. canât talk.Â
 it all just hurts so good.
how many times has he came again? heâs neglected counting. youâve just been taking care of him so, so well, he doesnât even want to think about any one but you. what does it matter? your pretty face is right infront of him, smiling up at him as you help guide him through yet another orgasm. another orgasm without him inside you.
he almost cries at the feeling.
he just feels so incomplete without his dick inside of you, feeling you clench all around him and watching you sink into his cock, watching it disappear, itâs fucking addicting. youâre fucking addicting. he canât stop thinking about you, canât stop saying your name, canât stop reaching for your body because he just wants to feel you! he just wants to feel you. whatever he can get, heâll take.Â
just let him feel you.
your eyes widen at just how far youâve pushed him, his eyes are so glossy, and his cheeks are covered in dried tearsâhis lips, swollen and red because you may have gotten a little too carried away in last roundâs impromptu make out, call out your name weakly. his throat is hoarse and when you stand up, he forces himself off his position in the couch to wrap his arms around your body, his head resting on your stomach. his breaths are ragged, and you can feel his cock hardening against your leg once more. you coo.
âkenji, what is it you want, baby?â you ask him, soft and sweet. he looks up at you, and he shyly mutters something about⊠ah.
âletâlet me feel you.â he hiccups,before quickly adding, âplease!â
he wants to be inside you.
thatâs so cute. you audibly âawwwâ at the state youâve reduced him too, so pliant and willingâeager to please, eager for you to take from him as much as you let him take from you. his eyes are glossy, glistening with unshed tears, and they will likely be that way for a while. kenji looks up at you, his doe eyes making you abandon any and all plans you had for him.Â
you could never say no to those eyes, they were just begging you for more.Â
and more you would give.Â
âthere, there we go, there we go, yesâ yess..â his voice is a husky whisper in your ear as you sunk down onto his cock; you never did get used to the stretch, and kenji can tell, with how you grip his shoulders so tight the hold is almost bruising. he squeezes his eyes shut once more and he hisses, youâre so tight, heâs such a weak fucking man, he has to still himself for a bitâhas to hold on to your hips to stop you from continuing, because he doesnât want to cum, he doesnât want to cum yetâyou havenât even started speaking yet, he wants to hear you talk him through it.
youâre so beautiful.
âkenji, when can i move?â you ask, youâre so close to his faceâhe hates to say it, especially since heâs balls deep inside of you right now, and because youâve been dating for a while already, but he has the biggest crush on you. âyou can move now.â he replies. you smile, and press a kiss to his lips. âyouâre being so good to me, kenji. youâre always so good to me, iâll be good to you too. always.â
kenji wonders how youâll go about that.
youâre going so fast.
he didnât know you had the stamina for that, and neither did you, but this is kenji sato you are ridingâgod forbid you waste a single second when heâs inside of you. kenji canât even speak, kenji can only moan, moan, and keep moaning. he watches you ride him and he swears heâs died already.
this is a view you can only find in heaven.
youâre just so pretty, heâs going to cum just from looking at you in this state.
look at you.
kenjiâs mind is gone, and the kisses you share while you ride him are messyâteeth clanging and tongues crashing, but he loves it. he loves it when you get messy.Â
âyouâre soââyou bite back a moan, âyouâre so pretty, kenji, oh my godââ you say to him, and he whimpers. âyou make the prettiest sounds, baby, again.â again. again. again. he whimpers and he writhes again, and again, and again, for you. you only look at him in awe, because heâs so pretty when he canât think. it makes you want to do all the thinking for him.
maybe you will.
âkenji.â you call, âyou with me?â and he nods, his eyes lidded. heâs tired, but heâs with you. your left hand grabs his face, squishing his cheeks together. a feline grin makes itâs way onto your face as you lean in, âyou always take such good care of me, kenji. this is my âthank youâ.â and youâre making him pull out, and kenji whines, but he moans even louder when you sink all the way back in and he feels you squeezing him all over again. you take him to the hilt, skin slapping against skin as you watch his mouth part in utter bliss.
âdo you want to cum inside me, kenji?â you ask, so very sweetly to him, and heâs so fucked out that all he can do, all he wants to do, is say âplease.â
the shit you pull next has kenji dazed. youâre going so fast, youâre taking him all in, he can feel you squeeze every time you sink down and oh my god, it feels so good. âyou feel so good.âÂ
you cum with him in a sea of bliss, and the ring that he can physically feel where you and him connect, has him on a new found high.
âwow.âÂ
âyou really took me by surprise there.â kenji chuckled, now laying on the same couch that probably needed to be deep cleanedâyou laid on his chest, smiling up at him mischievously. âi wanted to be the one in control this time. you always take good care of me, so why wouldnât i do the same for you?â you ask, a rhetorical question that has kenji tilting his head and patting your cheek. âwell, i was in great hands with youu!â he hummed, taking your hand and placing a kiss to the back of your wrist. âliterally. i was in great hands.âÂ
you laughed, eyes creasing at the punâand kenji laughed, too. then, he nodded towards the bathroom. âyou wanna take a bath together?â he asks, âthatâs about the most romantic thing youâve ever asked me.â
âwell, most is an exaggeration.â he shrugs,
âwhat other question would have me so happy other than that?âÂ
âyou would know.â
âno, i donât, wanna say it?â you challenge, a glint in your eye and kenji knows that you know.
âi donât have a ring yet, babe.â he chuckles, wiping a stray hair off your face. âgotta make sure you get only the best, after all.âÂ
âwell, i already have the best.â you smile into his chest, and kenji looks at the ceiling with a stupid grin on his face, before he calls mina over to tell her to set up a bath for the two of you. she obliges, snickering. as you hear the slow running of water, you feel kenjiâs fingers sneak into your scalp. you needed the massage. as you let yourself give into true relaxation, you hear kenjiâs voice lulling you asleep. he trusted mina would wake the two of you up once the bath was ready, anyway.Â
your eyes close, and so do kenjiâs, but he canât help but reply to youâyou say you have the best, but he canât help but disagree. âi have the best, not you.â
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Making a Mess
Pairing: Mingi x f reader
Genre: smut
Word count: 1.3k
Summary: Being on stage makes Mingi really, really horny. Luckily you're backstage to help him out.
Warnings: MDNI, smut, public sex, unprotected sex, bodily fluids making a mess on the floor...
A/n: Heard an audio on here today and well... my brain started working overtime. I need him to destroy me. My bestie challenged me to write something short finally đ hope you enjoy! <3
I wrote a part 2/expansion of this story called Cleaning Up which you can read here!
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Being on stage always had an affect on Mingi, one visceral and tangible, obvious even to fans with a keen eye. The lights, the production, the sea of screaming people chanting his name, it all riled him up more than anything. Staring out at the massive arena, the music deafening loud as he rapped through ragged breaths, his nerves were on fire. Exiting the stage he ripped off his jacket, lumbering quickly towards the changing rooms on his way to find you.
You, his companion on tours. His close... friend? Not really. No one asked questions, least of all you two. But you knew why you were here, why he needed you patiently waiting with the rest of the staff, ready to help him at a moment's notice.
"Y/n," Mingi huffs as he busts through the door, his lungs heaving from the heat he's feeling, his makeup making his eyes look dark and demanding. A small smile sneaks onto your lips as you rise, following him out into the hall, a sprinkling of random people wandering past you at varying speeds. You've both been in this arena a few times before, and you know exactly where he's taking you. He's got about seven minutes before he needs to be back onstage again, so it can't be too far. Not that either of you are thinking about that right now. You duck down another small hallway and then his hands are on you, pushing you against the wall by your hips, his open mouth colliding with yours as you both sigh in anticipation, tongues roaming each other's mouths. You can hear a pair of shoes squeaking down the perpendicular hallway, a small golf cart running by somewhere in the distance. You're not really covered here but it doesn't matter. It only adds to everything.
Mingi pulls back with a nip to your lower lip, burying his face in your neck as he snakes his hands underneath your shirt, squeezing over your entire body while biting down, marking you just like he did a few days prior, where a small yellow bruise is still healing. A small yelp escapes your lips at the pain, your entire body buzzing with pleasure as he so aggressively plays with you, making your knees weak. Not wanting you to fall he moves to grab your waist, lifting you up the wall as you wrap your legs around his hips to anchor yourself. At this angle you can feel how hard he is, just like everyone saw moments ago on the big screen.
"Was it a good set?" you ask breathlessly, your faces only inches apart.
"Fuck yeah," he responds before kissing you again, a hand coming to rest behind your head as he pushes into your mouth even further, reveling in the feeling of your warm tongue on his. "Fuck I needed this," he groans, his other hand gripping your hip to help support you, his hips grinding into yours as he tastes your sweet lipgloss, your perfect eyes shut in pleasure as he digs his hand into your soft flesh. Soon he's unbuttoning his pants, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders as he holds you up with just his hips. He's unzipping hastily, desperately grabbing at his cock to free it, squeezing his shaft as he lines himself up with you. Your exercise shorts are just loose enough, with no underwear underneath of course, for him to push them to the side and reveal your soaking cunt, your body getting worked up long before he came and got you. Shakily he lines himself up with your entrance, his blood pumping through him so fast as he slowly pushes in, the stretch immaculate.
"Fuck, Mingi," you whisper, shocked every time by how big he is, how good it feels. Slowly he starts rocking his hips into yours, your wet pussy making lewd noises echo down the hallway. Moving his hands back to your hips Mingi lifts you just a bit higher, giving him the perfect angle to start fucking you hard, the wet noises replaced by the slapping of skin, over and over and over.
"How are you always so wet?" he groans in your ear, his mouth nipping at your lobe and making you whimper. Pulling back he watches your face from just inches away, loving the way your brows are scrunched up and your mouth hangs open as you try not to moan too loud. Your body bounces with the force of his thrusts, your hands still anchoring on his shoulders as he pounds into you even harder, his grip on your hips so strong it will surely leave bruises. Your pussy clenches down on him as he hits your cervix repeatedly, ripping little orgasms out of you over and over, your legs shaky as you hold onto his hips for dear life.
"God, you drive me fucking- fuck- crazy," he whispers in your ear, his cock throbbing from the feeling of your wet walls squeezing down on him. "You cum so fast on my cock," he groans, his head spinning as his climax quickly approaches. You've already fallen over the edge multiple times, your body shaking hard now as you just try to hang on, unable to respond to him as you keep yourself from screaming into the open hall. He's absolutely ravishing you, his movements sloppy as he chases his pleasure, your wetness dripping down onto his pants, the floor. Suddenly his orgasm washes over him, his hips stuttering before coming flush with yours, as he shoots deep inside you, his cum filling you with warmth. It's a lot, too much for your pussy to contain, and small amounts start dribbling out of you already, even with his cock still buried inside you.
"Fuck, what would I do without you," he sighs into your hair, kissing your forehead before moving to your lips. He moves his hands around your back, pulling you up towards him in an embrace as you breathe hard. Your arms rag doll down to your sides as you sigh, your head resting heavy on Mingi's shoulder, and he chuckles. "You good?" he whispers, and you nod your head in response. You nuzzle your face into his neck more, making him pause for just a moment, letting a bit of time pass with you both still entangled.
And then it's finally time for him to slowly pull you off of him, both of you watching as the rest of his cum drips out, down your legs and onto the floor, leaving a small puddle. There's a smirk on his face but your cheeks are bright red with embarrassment, even if this wasn't the first time that's happened. For a brief moment his chest tightens, knowing that you find it a bit mortifying letting him have you so publicly. It's all so hot and so shameful all at once, making you quiet and shy, and with your eyes on the ground your hand on his arm is the only sign that you're still wanting him next to you.
"Come on," he says, helping you start to move the rest of the way down this small hall that had a bathroom at the end of it. This really was the perfect arena for this, given the out-of-the-way private bathroom. You wish all of the arenas they toured had this set up. Your legs wobble as you make your way down, Mingi's hold the only thing from preventing you from falling. And then you're finally there by the door, about to swing it shut when he gently grabs your shoulder turning you around. His eyes are swimming with satisfaction as your face meets his, and he leans down to pull you into a kiss again, this time sweet and gentle.
"Mingi, get your ass back here!" you hear a voice scream from down the hall, the sound sharp from ricocheting off the brick walls. And just like that he's gone down the hallway, running on somewhat shaky legs of his own. But not before planting one final kiss on your nose, making your stomach light with butterflies, your core clenching from the sweetness.
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yandere!hybrid scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. porn with a little plot. breeding kink. cunnilingus. masturbation. cream pie. degradation. scara in heat. aggressive/possessive behavior.
i just wanted to write about scara as a hybrid for a bit. don't mind this high nonsense. it turned out way long, oml, i'm sorryđ
you could never have cats growing up. so when the opportunity to take one in presented itself, you naturally took it. scaramouche was very weak, and very injured when you found him laying underneath a cardboard box in an alley.
you couldn't bear to leave him out in the cold, and freezing rain. scaramouche huddled further into the cardboard box, hissing when you crouched down to reach for him. he fought you the whole time, hissing, scratching and biting until you finally managed to wrestle him into your arms, wrapping your jacket around him and cradling him to your chest so he could get warm.
the whole time you were cooing to him soothingly. "shh, kitty, it's okay. we will get you inside, and fed. i promise. and get you feeling better." scaramouche was incredibly startled finding out your voice was soothing.
a few instances on the way home, he thought he almost fell asleep listening to the sound of your heartbeat. it made him focus a little less on the pain in his very injured leg, and pain from being weak and starving. fuck it, it would be an opportunity to rest indoors out of the cold, and get something to eat before he bailed on you the next day.
and he was going to find and fuck up that alley cat he got into a fight with. maybe he would come back to your house, yowling for food before he fled entirely.
scaramouche sure didn't know what to think about you. what the fuck was up with you? any normal person would've just dropped and abandoned him after he hissed and clawed at them, but not you. you took it all with a calm, patient smile. he decided he would fiercely test that patience.
humans weren't as good as they liked to think, in his humble opinion.
scaramouche watched you with narrow eyes as you flitted about the kitchen, looking in cabinets to see what you had for him to eat. "i'm afraid you'll have to forgive me kitty, i still have to go the grocery store this week. if you don't like anything i have, i'll go back out to the store, and see if i can't find you something."
so test you he did. he turned his nose up at tuna, some cubed chicken breasts with gravy on them (even it smelled super good, he thought), some roast beef.
he thought, this is it! he was going to turn out to be right. you would undoubtedly get frustrated and put him back out on the street. or so he thought.
nope, you just made him a soft little nest on the couch with some blankets and pillows. turned on the tv for him, and told him you would be back with some other stuff. that you would find what he wanted to eat, it wasn't a problem.
you even looked happy to be taking care of him. and why the hell were you starting to smell really good every time you walked by him. he waited, curled up warm in your little hand made nest, glancing away from the tv at the door every now and then.
back you came, your scent more magnified than before to him. you brought fish, varieties of tuna, some cat treats and cat nip. you'd even stopped by the deli and picked up different things. for him. you didn't bring home any dinner for yourself.
scaramouche supposed he would feel like an asshole if he refused all of it. you'd gone back out in the freezing rain and wind to get food for him, getting nothing for yourself. he decided he was only going to be half the trouble, accepting some chicken and gravy that tasted better than he anticipated.
after that, you treated his injured leg and read to him until he fell asleep. he opened his eyes the next morning to discover you hadn't slept until he did.
scaramouche was incredibly weak from his injury. so much so that he couldn't transform into his more human form to make recovery easier. and if he had it his way, you would never know about it. a few days and he would be gone.
or so he told himself. before he knew it, one day turned into two. two days turned into a week. he got stronger everyday. oh how you smiled and clapped when he stood up without limping. your smile was beautiful, he admitted.
you'd put up with him all this time. the healing scratches and bite marks on your arms and hands proved that. what was in it for you? nothing. everything you did was for him. he couldn't find one hint of an ulterior motive. you even seemed to purely enjoy his company.
scaramouche was really starting to hate whenever you left the house, especially when you couldn't take him with you. why did you need to leave? he knew you needed to go out for food and things, but it would be so much better if you took him with you. you seemed way too nice. it probably made you really naive.
you were naive enough not to realize he was actually a hybrid with a very human form, and a name. A name you were talking about him needing eventually. a very human form with very human needs. you were smelling better and better every day. he almost couldn't stand it sometimes. it was intoxicating.
he was starting to jump on your bed with you at night to sleep, moving a little closer to you every night. one morning, you found him curled up asleep on your chest, purring softly. he avoided you for hours after that happened, darting off hissing in embarrassment.
that wasn't the worst thing for him. a few mornings later, he'd unknowingly shifted in the middle of the night into his human form, waking up very naked with a very hard cock. his arms wrapped around you, tucking you possessively against him.
to your credit (and his amazement), you didn't scream or send him away. he supposed he should've expected that. you didn't even throw him out when he scratched up your curtains, tore a hole in one of the couch pillows, and knocked what he thought looked the most valuable vase off the table, completely shattering it.
"scaramouche," he grumbled, his ears flicking as he looked away in embarrassment. "scaramouche is what you can call me," he could barely look at you that day. he spent most of his time in his cat form, hiding under the bed, or lingering from a distance, watching you suspicious eyes. undoubtedly your true nature would come out. a strange boy had woken up next to you, naked and hard from good you smelled. how warm you felt.
you, with your soft hair that looks oh so pullable. you, with your pretty lips and fragile body he was pretty sure he could break in half. now that he thought about it, you seeing his human form was really the best thing. now he could leave the house with you, and protect you from all the horrible things that would jump out from around every corner and snatch you away.
snatch you away from him. he couldn't have that, no matter what. especially not when you accepted him so completely.
as much as scaramouche tried to swallow these feelings, he was abruptly forced to accept them one day. he walked into your room while you were changing. he saw every bare dip and curve of your breakable body, caught sight of your breasts reflected in the mirror. something snapped in him after that.
of course, he hid away from you after that. only coming out to kick up an angry fuss about you running an errand. he snapped at you when you asked if he wanted to come with you, refusing out of pride and embarrassment for walking in on you earlier.
he was forced to accept two things that day. he was going into heat. and he was consumed with thoughts of breeding you. breeding you so fucking full that there would be no question who you belonged to.
what the fuck had you done to him?
while you were gone, he spent that time writhing on your bed, fisting his cock to thoughts of impaling you on it. making you cry and claw at his back to cum inside you. even better for him that you were starting to become twice as shy around him, looking at him with a blush on your cheeks.
he scented all your clothes, rubbing on them and rolling around on them in his cat form. he rolled around on your sheets and pillows. and as for you, he scented you while you slept. this is what was best. if you smelled like him, no one would so much as dare to take you away from him.
you are his, damn it.
when scaramouche is in heat, he gets twice as possessive. he was incredibly suspicious and weary of anyone that approached or even looked at you, especially another male. if he thought there were too many people around, he insisted on taking different ways home to avoid them. he can and will snap at people if he felt they got too close.
especially when you let him get handsy with you in a moment of weakness one night. he pinned underneath him on the couch, grinding his straining cock between your legs while he pawed at your clothes. his teeth nipping at your lips and skin in between angry and frustrated kisses. you just smelled so fucking good he couldn't control himself. you moaned and mewled so sweetly underneath him.
it did happen one day. he didn't want you to go into the cafe to get your hot chocolate. he insisted on doing it for you, but in the end relented and let you go inside. everything was going smoothly until the barista asked you for your number. you didn't need someone's phone number to give them a cup of hot chocolate. this asshole didn't need your number.
you already had scaramouche. was he blind? that was what went through his head. he wanted to tear the barista's head off. he bet it would pop off so easy, like a bottle cap under too much pressure. if it wasn't for your voice pleading with him to calm down, he would've gotten physical with the barista.
anybody would've gotten fed up and exhausted by now. especially since he raised a further argument when you both were banned from ever coming back. he bartered down for you to be allowed back but not him, since you didn't do anything wrong. that you really liked the whipped cream on their hot chocolate.
scaramouche is the type of hybrid that you have to isolate with when he is in heat. that much was obvious. and that was what he needed the most right now. to be with you, and hide you away from the world, making sure nothing and nobody touched you while he was in heat.
he knew you were strong, but that's exactly why you needed him to protect you.
after the incident at the cafe, scaramouche only completely calmed down when he was fucking his tongue into your cunt. "such a doting, delicate little thing, aren't you," he hissed, looking up at you from between your thighs. "it's going to be a pleasure breeding you," your fingers tightened in his hair, tugging on his ears in an intoxicating way as you pushed his mouth down onto your pussy.
his tongue swirled around your clit, groaning as you grinded on his mouth. he didn't know what was sweeter. the way you tasted or the way you moaned as he latched his lips around your clit.
how good it felt to finally sink his claw into his delicate little mate. you put up with him. cared for him. doted on and indulged him. you'd made him fall so in love, so much so that it was too late by the time he noticed.
now he was going to take care of you in the way you deserved.
and in the dizzying pleasure of cumming on his tongue, you didn't quite know what happened. but what you did know is that you were in love with him to. you didn't expect this cat you found injured to be the force of literal nature that was scaramouche. complete with cute ears. before you knew it, he'd pulled you right in, and you were happy to let him do it, in all the comforting weight of his dominance.
"i want to hear you scream it, slut," scaramouche moaned, his hands tightening on your hips possessively. he had the perfect view of his cock pumping in and out of your pussy from behind. your walls squeezed around his cock hearing him mock your moans as he bottomed out into your sweet spot over and over again. "babble about how badly you want to be bred."
your sopping cunt clutched tight and warm like a glove, your walls gummy and perfect. his eyes rolled into the back of his head how good you felt squeezing his cock.
"please, breed me. you feel so good inside me," you cried out, drool soaking the pillow under your cheek. he chuckled shakily behind you, you were always so eager to please him. even the way you shook, creaming hard on his cock was an intoxicating sight to behold.
a truly delicate gift for him to break.
the harder he made you cum, the more you begged him to fuck you full of cum. "cock drunk whore," scaramouche moaned, his thrusts turning sloppy as his cock pulsed cum inside of you. he doubted you could hear his soft whimpers of bliss over your own, which were much louder.
#genshin impact#genshin smut#fem!reader#genshin imagines#hybrid scara#scaramouche#scaramouche smut#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x y/n#scaramouche x you#yandere scaramouche
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u once brought up coyotes and iâve been hooked ever since đđ
so how about a cute sexy coyote whoâs been seducing the big bad alpha wolf for so long it got so frustrating that he lets it out on her for days (poor baby canât walk anymore, can she) idk he eventually wifes her up đ a cute lovely ending
love uuu and thanks in advance !
Coyotes really aren't all that different from wolves, they move in packs, they hunt similar prey, and the mating seasons are at the same time of year. So really was it that big of a deal that you were hunting on werewolf territory? No right? you were basically cousins. well, that's what you thought at least, and you were wrong.
The alpha of the pack had caught you sniffing around. you had been warned many many times that wolves didn't tolerate completion on their hunting grounds and killed silly coyotes who got too close hunting for rabbits. now here you were darting through the forest as fast as you could with snapping jaws right on your tail. He's already chased you out of the werewolf territory it's not fair why is he still chasing you? no fair no fair no fair.
he catches you, knocking you to the ground and rolling with you through the grass, he lands on top of you his chest to your back. his big hands pinning your wrists. his knees pinning down your legs so you can't kick him. you struggle, but he's so much stronger than you that the act is basically pointless. You buck your hips back trying to knock him off, he lets out a muffled grunt, then a snarl as your ass pushes back against his crotch.
For some reason, this stirred something inside of you, this isn't so different from the play wrestling male Coyotes did as courting. a warmth spreads in your belly. you were still scared, especially with his sharp teeth hovering over your neck ready to rip your throat out. but there was something else string in you. you had been pinned, face down ass up by a strong powerful male with his groin pressing against you, and your heat was starting to hit because of it. you hated how good this felt.
"I'll let you off with a warning if you don't come back," he growled, his voice as deep and low, you wanted to tell him yes you'd be good, please spare your life, but what came out instead was a low moan as you pushed back against him not trying to escape this time. his nostril flared.
"did you go into heat?" he no longer sounds angry but more, surprised.
"I'll never come back if you just fuck me, let me cum," you pant. he growls again, but you can feel him grind against you, matching the roll of your hips.
"Brat. did you come here just so some wolf might pin you down and ruin your cute cunt? what are those coyote boys aren't big enough for you?" he snarls, you can feel his hardening cock against your behind he was bigger than any coyote you'd fucked before. you'd never been so horny before in your life, it's not even going to fit inside of you this big werewolf cock is going to split you right in half and you couldn't be happier.
"say it, say that this is what you wanted all along," he demands, teasing your pussy with the thick dip of his cock. you try to buck back and take his dick inside of you, he grabs the back of your head and shoves your face down in the grass forcing you to say in place. "Say it," he repeats.
"I just want your cock in me, it's all i want please please pl-" Your begging is cut off as his tick cock pushes inside of you. he's so big you feel like you can't breathe. the pain is delicious. you definitely won't be walking after this, you hope he and the rest of his pack take advantage of it.
#monster imagine#monster fucker#monster#monster boyfriend#teratophillia#werewolf#werewolf x reader#werewolves#werewolf boyfriend
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Mission â Heat | Steve Rogers
// Pairing // Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Female!Reader
// Summary // Your best friend and you are on a mission but when he finds out about your heat he doesnât let you do the mission â but one night in one bed is still enough to confess the real feelings.
// Wordcount // 6.714 Words
// Warnings // Explicit Content // 18+, Minors DNI, best friends to lovers, alpha/beta/omega, Alpha!Steve, Omega!Reader, Heat, true mates, smut, fingering (fem!receiving), teasing, lots of kisses, masturbation (male!receiving), unprotected p in v, multiple orgasm, squirting, little bit of degradation and begging, dirty talk, praises, fluff
// Request // Hi sweetie and happy 2K, you deserve them!! So I noticed you're doing that fun activist with prompts. I was thinking maybe: true mates who are childhood best friends? (A/B/O) It could be Steve Rogers ( I just imagine him a lot like an alphađ) ? smut and a bit of fluff? Maybe they were supposed to go in a mission but she's starting her heat ( I think it's written like this?) so she stays behind and he offers to stay with her? they end up sleeping together and him taking care of her? â€ïž Sending you so much love!! @rogersbarber
// Authors Note // Hey, thank you for the request and for the nice words. It wasnât supposed to be such a long oneshot but it turned out longer than expected. Hope you like it. Biggest thank you goes to my girl @bucks-babe for proofreading for me. Youâre amazing and make my work so much better.
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// Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist | 2000 Follower Celebration //
Being on a mission with your best friend was always your favorite kind of mission so you thought it would be like that this time too. Even though you got your heat just before you were getting ready for the mission â but your best friend knows it, he is used to it.
Steve Rogers, unmated Alpha and your best friend since childhood, the two of you grew up together, he always defended you in school, in front of other Alphas and he still does it when he notices that you donât do it for yourself.
Even though he defends you sometimes still, he loves your attitude, your confidence and with every year the two of you grew older, things changed between the two of you â inside of him. He wouldnât tell you, at least not yet. Steve loves the friendship the two of you have and he doesn't want to ruin it with his alpha instincts during your heats.
So little does he know that you went on the mission with him while getting into your heat. You smelled different but he was too focused on studying the file to care about your changing scent, maybe it was just another perfume you use?
âHave you read them? Sounds like they are in the hall and we haââ Steve says, sitting in a chair opposite you. The room has next to two chairs and a small table also a double bed â you already tested with a jump on it.
Youâre currently in a hotel, waiting for the time you have the âmeetingâ with the weapon dealer. Steveâs arms resting on his thick thighs and you looked at him up and down, while he was focused on the file. But now his blue eyes are piercing into yours, he tilts his head to the side and clears his throat.
âWhat are you doing there?â He asks, looking at your small construction on the bed. His shirts are placed around you on the mattress, youâre sitting with your back against the headboard and youâre focused on replacing a few of his shirts to make it more comfortable, while you listen to your best friend.
âNâNothing, just wanted to see what you brought with you,â you say, smiling softly. Steve nods, not really believing what you try to convince him of.
âAnd youâre doing this by placing all my shirts around you?â His voice is soft but you can still hear a more dominant tone. You whimper quietly, trying to push all your thoughts away, you canât let the omega inside of you get the control just yet. Not on a mission, not when youâre supposed to sleep in a bed with Steve.
âYes? Thatâs a problem?â You ask, trying to sound as sweet as you can. Steve inhales deeply, and then it clicks in his mind, your scent isnât different because of another perfume â oke at least not only because of that â itâs because youâre in heat and donât want him to know it.
âOmega,â he growls, earring a whimper from you, knowing that he is right. âFuckâ why didnât you tell me? Even using another perfume so I wonât smell it immediately? You canât come on a mission with me, whenâ Oh fuck!â
âLanguage, Steve! Donât use those words and I can! See, I'm here with you, on a mission,â you say, trying to play cool, while he gets up from the chair and paces through the room. Steve runs his hands through his hair, he loves you, he cares about you and thatâs why you shouldnât go on a mission during your heat â and especially not be in the same room â the same bed as the Alpha.
âIâm sorry, princess. But we will call Tony and get you home and I will do the mission alone or with another agent,â Steve says, frustration grows inside of him when he realizes that itâs evening and that you will have to stay the night in the same bed he does. âOr we let Sam and Bucky do that.â
âStevie, I can do the mission with you, donât make a big deal out of it please. Itâs just my heat, oke?â You try, earning a glare that causes you to flinch and shut your mouth immediately.
âNot a big deal, huh? Do you know that most of the people we are going to meet there are Alphas? They will smell you, and when we do a mistake they will fucking get you and who knows what they are going to do then. With you â sweet Omega, they deal with weapons. Do you think they donât have their omegas on a leash like a little pet?â
You sigh, maybe Steve is wrong but you two are a good team so they wonât get you and have you as their own personal toy, will they?
âGonna call Tony now,â he huffs, reaching for his phone before he taps on it a few times before Tony picks up the call. You donât really listen to the conversation, too frustrated that Steve doesnât want to do the mission with you.
You grasp one after the other shirts of his, throwing it away. When you canât go on a mission to him, you donât want to be close to him. And as much as you crave your little nest with his shirts, youâre too mad to care about you. Luckily, your heat just started so you donât have too bad cramps and when you get some you can still help yourself, you donât need Steve or his stupid shirts â really good smelling shirts.
âWhat are you doing there, princess? First you build your nest with my shirts and now you throw them away, can you at least put them back into the bag?â Steve asks after hanging up and looking at you.
It only needs one look at you and he knows that youâre frustrated, that youâre going to be bratty because youâre always like that when Steve denies you. Sometimes you hate him, he is your best friend and you love him but those moments let you think if it could be a love-hate thing or something. Even though you know he is your true mate but since youâre both best friends you never wanted to risk your friendship for that, especially not because you never felt like you need a relationship just yet.
âPick them up, âmega,â he growls, walking closer to the bed where youâre still sitting. You shake your head, pulling your legs against your chest and causing him to sigh. âThatâs childish, you threw my clothes on the ground, now pick them up and bit them back into my bag.â
âMake me, Alpha,â you smirk when his eyes darken. Steve being feral is something you like to see, especially when his Alpha is more present, you have never seen his real Alpha side but the bits he lets slip are something you could get used to.
âNot gonna repeat myself. Youâre playing with fire. Coming here in your heat, wanting to sleep in a bed with meââ
âYou can sleep on the floor if you prefer that,â you shrug. Steveâs suddenly really close to you, his hand snapping forward and grasping your chin harshly. He tilts your head back, causing you to whine slightly.
âI wasnât finished. You come here with me for the mission, you are going to sleep in a bed with me â wouldnât I be used to it by now I would have fucked you into the mattress already and claimed you,â he groans, the thought making his dick twitch in his tight pants and he feels his boxer briefs soaking by his pre-cum.
âCalm down, you called Tony so itâs fine now? But I wouldnât mind you claiming me, could try it, see if I would be such a sweet little omega and lie there for you,â you say, giggling softly while Steveâs features harden and his jaw clenches.
He doesnât say anything, just letting go of your jaw and inhaling deeply. Steve turns away from you, making his way to the room into the bathroom. When the door closes a small pout forms on your lips, you never thought being close to someone would affect you like that but your best friend's short touch felt just so good. His warmth and the soft tingle he causes on your skin, youâre craving more but maybe itâs just because of your heat and nothing more.
For a moment you think about sneaking out of the room, getting some food or just for a walk. Or maybe you check out the location for the deal the next day and you will get up early to be there and help Sam and Bucky?
You decide against it, knowing that a whole lot of Alphas would smell you and no matter how confident you are, you donât want one of them to jump on you. So youâre leaning back, your back resting against the headboard of the bed. You grasp your book, but since you destroyed your nest you feel uncomfortable.
Meanwhile Steve couldnât stand it any longer, he needed to get out of the situation otherwise he didnât know if he could have controlled himself any longer to not just ruin you for every other Alpha.
Your smell is so intoxicating, surrounding him like air. He had seen you in your heat so often but something changed, inside of him and between the two of you.
The warm water runs down his body, relaxing his tensed muscles but his cock is still rock-hard and there is only his hand as solution. Steve brings one of his hands to his shaft, immediately groaning quietly when he wraps his fingers around his thickness.
How would it feel if those fingers would be yours? Would your small hand actually fit around his length?
For a moment he tries to bring his thoughts to one of the porns he is watching when he jerks off but his mind doesnât want to do it like Steve wants and he always has the picture of you in front of his eyes.
Steve slowly moves his hand up and down his shaft, the tip is red and leaking. He runs his thumb over the slit, groaning about the sensation. His hips jerk forward, meeting the movements of his hand. Steve throws his head back, fucking his fist hard and fast while he tries to muffle his groans as much as possible while biting his lip.
He wants â he needs to feel your fingers around his shaft. Or your mouth, your pussy. So warm and tight and all wet for him. Steve knows that he would stretch you like no one did before because you havenât had many Alphas yet and Steveâs cock is thick and long.
Steveâs eyes immediately open and widen when he hears a soft knock at the door. He lets go of his cock before he mumbles a soft âcome inâ. You have seen him under the shower often, so itâs nothing new but he never had a hard on or at least just jerked off while thinking about you.
You open the door, walking into the room. Youâre not looking at him, you donât want him to feel uncomfortable, but you just donât feel like being alone right now. Since youâre kids youâre used to sit in the bathroom with one another â when you were kids you also had a bath together â and just talk or be in silence.
âWhatâs up, princess?â Steve asks, turning around when you take a seat on the floor. You sigh softly, playing with your fingers in your lap, while Steve starts to wash himself.
âIâm sorry, I know I shouldnât have come to the mission with you during my heat but I thought it wouldnât be that bad, you know? And Iâm sorry for throwing your clothes away, I just got mad when you said that,â you admit, looking around while you listen to the water of the shower.
âItâs oke, princess. I donât blame you, but I donât want you to be in danger and you know itâs easier to smell you when youâre in heat. Just donât want you to get hurt,â Steve says, rubbing the shampoo into his hair before he continues to clean his body while he talks to you, making you laugh over and over again.
After the shower Steve asked you to look for some movies while he gets dressed, he used the moment to give his hard cock some relief. You immediately agreed and made your way back into the bedroom. Then you looked for a movie and built your nest with his shirts again.
Steve got a few snacks and drinks for the two of you and now youâre cuddled up into his side, his hand caressing your back softly while you watch the movie. Itâs almost finished and you canât wait to get some sleep, the cramps in your stomach getting worse but you try to ignore that and hide it from Steve.
Your best friend feels your tensing, his hand snaking around your waist to your lower stomach and he draws small circles on it, cashing you to sigh softly. The cramps arenât completely gone but itâs definitely feeling really good when Steve caresses your skin as softly as he does right now.
When the movie ends youâre settling properly in bed, your back turned toward Steve and your knees close to your chest to try to get rid of the cramps. Steve feels your tension and he would love to help you but he wonât pressure you so he just tried to get some sleep himself.
After a few hours where you just tossed and turned around, Steve is still awake, knowing that youâre asleep. Your whimpers are louder as before and your scent is surrounding him, his mind goes dizzy and he canât focus on anything else than you.
As hard as he tries to push the alpha inside of him to the side he canât stop it anymore, needs you â needs to comfort you and needs to be inside you to give himself some relief too.
He slowly rolls to the side, youâre curled up into a little ball next to him, whimpering and tears fall down your cheeks but youâre still asleep. Steve reaches his hand out to slide over your arm, causing you to shiver lightly, his fingers brush over the soft skin of your arm to your shoulder. He puts some pressure on you, causing you to turn on your back while he guides his fingers over your breast.
A needy whine leaves your lips and you wake up slowly, noticing the soft touches. Steve smirks when you open your eyes and look at him with your sleepy expression. You look just so adorable and he canât get his eyes off of you.
âWâWhat are you doing, Stevie?â You ask, his touch is still soft but intimate already. Itâs not like it bothers you but you wonder what happens because he had himself always under control.
A low groan leaves his lips and his eyes are almost completely dark while he stares at you. His tongue poking out, wetting his lips. âNeed to comfort you, âmega. Fucking need you, âm so hard for you and it will help you with your cramps, omega.â
His voice is rough and you shiver when you nod slightly. Steveâs fingers wrap around your breast, squeezing the soft flesh through your shirt before he pinches your nipple slightly. He causes moans to escape your mouth, groaning when he does that, his cock twitching in his pants and he canât wait to bury his cock in his home â your tight, wet pussy.
Steveâs hand slides lower, over your stomach to the waistband of your panties. He doesnât have much control anymore, he just needs you so bad. While his hand snakes over your body he sits up to get in between your legs.
âSpread those pretty legs for me, princess,â he mumbles, his big hand now caressing the soft skin of your inner thigh while he pushes them softly apart. He then gets in between them, his thick thighs touching yours and you can feel his tensed muscles, his soft curly hair on his thighs against your skin.
Your best friend towers over you, his veiny hands on your thighs while you look at him. Your eyes roaming over his body, from his handsome face over his broad chest to his highly defined abs before you reach the big bulge underneath his boxer briefs.
âLook so pretty, and you smell so good. Canât sleep with your soft whimpers and this fucking scent of yours all around me,â the Alpha groans, moving a bit until his chest is on top of yours hand he thrusts his hips forward.
You can feel his hard dick and fat balls through the fabric, rubbing against your already wet pussy and causing you to moan louder.
âThatâs what you need, donât you, omega? Need a cock to fill you. Need my cock to fill you,â he says, voice low and you canât help but shiver about the tone in his voice.
Steve used to talk to you with such a soft and sweet voice but right now there is nothing left of your sweet boyfriend, instead of him you have a big Alpha towering above you, ready to ruin you for every other man.
âStevie, please,â you beg, not sure what youâre asking for â probably everything he is willing to give you. He grins at you, his one hand grasping your chin to make you look him deep into his beautiful eyes while he pushes his hips forward.
âWhat do you want, âmega?â He asks, knowing exactly what you need and want but he doesn't want to give it to you just yet. He wants you begging and whining for his cock.
âNeed you, please. Alpha, need your cock, please, your knot, fill me with it,â you beg, blushing when those words leave your lips. You have never felt that vulnerable and embarrassed, never begged for an Alpha's cock â and never thought you would beg for your best friend's dick.
Steve smirks, letting go of you to lean back to finally take off his clothes. You follow his movements with your eyes when he gets up and stands next to the bed, leaving you all needy and desperate for him.
âSââ you want to ask him why he doesnât give you his cock even though you asked nicely but just when you want to ask, he grasps the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushes them down his legs.
Your mouth drops open when his hard cock springs free. His length is huge, a vein running along the underside of it, the tip read and leaking with pre-cum. His balls are just as huge as his cock and you wanna lick them, want him to stuff them into your mouth. Your pussy clenches at the sight, arousal flowing out of you, causing a wet spot in your panties.
âStevie, it wonât fit, yâyouâre soo big,â you say, pouting softly. He chuckles before he throws his shirt somewhere in the room to get on top of you again.
He plays with the hem of your shirt, pushing it slowly up to reveal your stomach, kissing and biting into your soft skin before he helps you out of it completely. A low groan slips past his lips when he admires your tits, his lips moving from your stomach to the swell of your left breast and he licks a strap over the soft flesh.
You arch your back, pussy pressing against his cock, while Steve sucks at your nipple, his teeth scratching softly over the skin while he twirls his tongue around it. He definitely knows what feels good, and you crave more of the pleasure and of him.
Steveâs hands move to your hips, pushing you down to stop you from grinding against him. You whine, trying to push against him but the alpha is way stronger than you and you end up wiggling underneath him until he raises his head and raises an eyebrow.
âStop wiggling like a little slut, omega. Or Iâm gonna treat you like one, so stay still and let me enjoy your sweetness before Iâm going to ruin you,â he growls, bringing his lips back to your chest to continue sucking, biting and licking your soft skin.
Your best friend is already addicted to your soft chest, knowing that youâre going to ruin him for every other woman just as much as he is going to ruin you for every other man. Maybe he will ask you if he is allowed to claim you later or he will do it at another point, maybe making you beg for him to claim you. But he is at least sure that he is going to make you his, with your permission but he is sure you donât want someone else when you can have your best friend as your Alpha. Just as much as he wants you to be your alpha, he wants to wear the mark of your bond on his skin as well, letting everyone know that he belongs to you.
âSteve, please. Need you so bad, donât tease me, please,â you whine, pushing your chest up and press it against his face. He growls against you, sending vibrations through your body, while he pins your waist with his hands into the bed.
âStop the whining or you wonât get my cock at all. Had to wait to get you so long, denying me all the time,â he says, biting into the swell of your breast to underline his words â his desperation.
He slowly moves his lips further down to your stomach, his fingers gliding to the waistband of your panties and he hooks them into it, tugging at it slightly before he lets it snap back against you.
Even though he doesnât want you to whine and wiggle, he enjoys the soft whimpers and moans that escape your lips â needy and begging for him.
Steve wouldnât have told you that his Alpha is craving you, he knew you wouldnât like to ruin your friendship and he didnât want to do it either. But now? Having you whining and whimpering next to him, during your heat. His anger that you didnât tell him and tried to hide it from him combined with his Alpha instincts makes him go crazy and feral for you.
Your best friend sits up, sliding the thin frantic down to reveal your dripping pussy. He tried his best to remove your panties without destroying them but the smell of your arousal, your dripping pussy and your fucked out look already lets him forget about his actual plan.
You hear your panties being ripped into two pieces before he throws them somewhere into the room. You want to protest, telling him that they were one of your favorite pairs of panties but every thought disappears when the Alpha places one of his hands on your lower stomach, his thumb finding its way to your clit and he presses down against your sensitive spot.
âGood girl, such a sweet omega. Look at you, dripping for your Alpha,â he says, grinning at you when he moves his fingers lower, parting your soaked folds while he admires your glistening skin down there. âYeah, so ready for me, look at you, all ready for my cock.â
You feel your cheeks heat up with his intense stare at your most intimate part. Steve brings his other hand to your wet entrance, pushing one of his digits against your tight hole before he circles his fingers around it. Youâre moaning underneath his soft touches, trying to close your legs but his thick thighs hold them spread apart.
Steveâs cock is painfully hard, leaking down his shaft and he just wants to thrust into you but he wants to be at least a bit nice and prepare you first, will he? Youâre dripping down your ass and onto the sheets already, so maybe he could just push inside of you and enjoy your walls gripping his cock?
âPrincess?â He asks, waiting for you to nod your head. When you do, his expression softens and he removes his hands from your pussy and brings them back to your hips. âDo you want me to stretch you open on my fingers first or would you mind me just stretching you open on my cock? I will be careful, but I need you so bad, âmega.â
âSplit me open with your cock, Alpha, please. Need your cock, Stevie,â you beg, feeling his thick tip against your pussy. Steve groans, he wasnât prepared for you begging for his cock like that when he offers you to destroy your pussy.
âBut you will tell me to stop when you canât handle my cock. Just say red and I will stop. Yellow when you want me to slow down and green when I can continue, get it, omega?â He asks with his soft voice and you nod, this time itâs not enough of an answer for him and your best friend raises an eyebrow at you. You shiver lightly underneath him, his intense looks and his touches make your mind go dizzy and you canât focus on anything but him and his cock.
âYâYes, Alpha,â you mumble, your fingers digging into the sheet and you buck your hips. Steveâs cock slides through your folds, causing both of you to moan.
With a soft smile he leans down, his lips touching yours for a soft kiss before he snakes one of his hands between your bodies to his cock. Steve looks deep into your eyes while he lines his cock up with your entrance. He pushes slowly into you, his red tip stretching you open and your jaw drops open when you feel how thick he really is.
âColor, omega?â Steveâs one hand is still holding your waist, pushing you into the mattress while he places his other next to you shoulder to hold himself up above you. His lips trailing all over your face, leaving soft kisses while he entered you inch by inch.
âGreen! Itâs so fucking green,â you moan, arching your back until Steveâs chest is pressed against yours.
He chuckles at you, actually he would tell you to not use that kind of words but your pussy is hugging his cock too well to think about something like that right now. Steve pushes forward until he is balls deep into you, stretching you out like no one else could.
Youâre panting, hands gripping his back while you try to ground yourself. Steve doesnât move, waiting for you to adjust before heâs going to ruin you completely. Your pussy is burning lightly, the stretch still the most pleasurable feeling you ever had and you want him to finally move, finally fuck you.
âStâ Alpha, please. Move!â You whine, legs wrapping around his legs and you dig your feet into his thighs. But Steve doesnât move, he smirks at your desperation, his cock seated perfectly warm and wet inside of your tightness while he feels your slick flowing down your ass and all over his balls.
âYouâre so desperate, gimme a moment to enjoy the moment of your pussy before Iâm gonna destroy it,â he growls, smirking at you before he presses his lips softly against yours. His tone is the complete opposite of his soft kisses and you whimper.
Steveâs cock is twitching inside of you, youâre sure that you can feel every vein of his length and it makes you want him more. Your best friend bites into your lower lip, causing you to whine before he pulls his cock out of you.
âYouâre sure, omega?â
âWasnât ever more sure than that, Stevie!â
Those words are all he needs before he slams his cock into you. You almost scream about the sudden pain inside of you. His cock hitting your cervix and your eyes widen when you realize that he is really going to ruin your pussy with his huge cock. Steve thrusts his hips forward and backward, pushing into you with such force that youâre sure youâre going to hit the headboard of the bed when he wouldnât hold you in place by your hips.
âS-Stevie, p-please,â you beg, not sure what youâre begging for because he fucks you so hard, that you canât ask for more but you donât want him to stop either.
Steve chuckles, his fingers brushing through your hair, his lips trailing along your jaw, while he speeds his thrusts up. His balls slapping against your ass, his cock hitting all the right spots inside of you, while you squeeze him tightly, sucking him deeper into your greedy pussy.
âTake it, fuckâ take it, omega. Doing so well, fuck, feeling so good. Pussy is gripping my cock and not letting me move easily, princess,â Steve swears under his breath, his knot growing and his balls tightening while he thrusts hard into you.
He needs you to come for him so badly, he wants you to come on his cock twice â one time just one his cock and the second time together with him. Steve wants to feel your pussy clenching even more around him and needs your walls to grip him until he can barely move inside of you.
He smirks mischievously at you, groaning when you squeeze his cock. He then lowers his face to your neck, sucking at your soft skin, he wants to claim you, but he doesnât want to do it without asking you and he isnât sure if you could answer properly. Steve loves you, but claiming you would mean forever and he doesnât want to ask you when youâre cock drunk and in a state you would probably agree with everything as long as he is keeping his cock inside of you.
So he only scratches his teeth over the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking until he leaves dark blue and purple bruises all over your neck. He never slows his pace down, as much as he wants to come already, he learned to hold it for a while.
âTouch yourself, âmega. Make yourself come on my cock, fuckâ Your pussy feels perfect around me, made for my cock, princess,â Steve mumbles. He feels your hand sliding between your bodies to your core.
He definitely needs to make you touch yourself when he is just watching you. He is sure he would almost come in his pants from just watching when you touch yourself but right now his goal is another one â making you come before he allows himself to come and when youâre just laying underneath him, cock drunk and whimpering you can at least help him to make you come on his cock.
âStevie, please, need you to come inside of me, need your cum, your knot, please,â you whimper, circling your clit. Your eyes fall shut when you feel the knot in your stomach tightening. Your pussy is squeezing Steve more and he needs all of his control to not come immediately.
âCome, princess. Soak my cock, come all over it,â he groans, speeding his thrusts up. It only needs a few more thrusts against your sweet spot before you come around his cock.
Your cock drops open, your fingers digging into his muscular back, while Steve doesnât slow down his pace. His cock pulsing inside of you, your walls gripping him more and sucking him deeper, making it almost impossible for him to move.
Steve slides his fingers still through your hair, fucking you through your orgasm. âLook at you, doing so well for your Alpha. Squeezing my cock so well, a feeling so perfect when you come around it, and youâre looking so fucking beautiful when you come, princess.â
Your best friend's praises make you smile softly and you open your eyes, staring into his ocean blue ones, when he slows the pace of his thrusts down.
âDonât stop, Alpha, p-please, need your cum,â you whimper, pouting. Steve shakes his head, still moving his cock inside of you, while he calms you down.
âDonât worry, omega. I will give you whatever you ask for,â Steve tells you, kissing you softly before he picks up his pace again. His cock slamming into you, not caring that your pussy is all sensitive from your last orgasm. As long as you donât tell him to stop he wonât stop fucking you â his sweet little omega.
âFeel that? Feel my knot growing for you? Giving you all my cum, fuckâ Princess, you feel so good. Thought I would ruin you for every other Alpha but looks like youâre doing the same with me, Omega.â
You giggle softly before Steve slams his cock back into you again. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix over and over again. Soft pain with much pleasure filling your body and youâre addicted to that feeling â addicted to your best friend and his cock.
âSo cock drunk, arenât you? Come, omega, give me another one, know you can do it, come all over my cock,â he growls into your ear, his breath hitching when you squeeze his cock once again.
You didnât know you could come that fast after your first orgasm but you feel the pressure in your lower stomach growing once again. Your breath is heavy, your body just as sweaty as Steveâs and your legs start to shake.
âSâStevie, Iâm so close, please. Alpha, need your knot, so badly,â you utter, nails digging into his skin and youâre sure you leave marks on your back.
Your Alpha smirks at your request, but gives it gladly to you. He hasnât planned to stop fucking you before he comes so your request is just the perfect addition to his needs.
Your walls are pulsing, his cock is twitching and you feel his knot growing inside of your pussy, stretching it even more. âFuck, come, omega, now!â
Steveâs low voice, his demand and his cock hitting all the right spots brings you over the edge once again. Youâre screaming his name, squirting all over him, when he comes inside of you with an animalistic groan. His cum painting your walls and it feels like he doesnât stop to come at all. His knot holding his cock inside of you, Steveâs not able to pull his cock out â not that he wants to.
âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Feel that? Feel all my fucking cum? Just for you, princess, giving it all to you, my sweet omega,â he mumbles while you both catch your breath.
Tears fall down your cheeks and only his weight on top of you helps you to ground yourself. The feeling of your orgasm and his cock and cum so deep inside of you is just overwhelming and you canât help but let the tears fall down your cheeks.
When Steve lifts his head to look at you his expulsion changes immediately into a worried one. His big hands slides to your cheek, wiping the tears away before he presses his lips down to remove the trails of them.
âColor, princess? Too rough? Too much? Aww princess, you were so good for me, you took my cock like a good girl, yeah, squirting all over me, was it too much?â Steve asks, not giving you a moment to answer while he praises you over and over again. You shake your head, whimpering when he moves softly, his cock shifting slightly inside of you as well.
âIâ You weren't too rough, I loved it, Stevie. BâBut, I-Iloveyou,â you say quietly, muffling your words when you press your face into the crook of your best friend's neck.
You didnât think that Steve got what you said since you muffled your sounds and tried to speak as fast as possible but he understood it and smirks softly. His big hand is still caressing your cheek, while he swirls a strand of your hair around his thick fingers.
âI love you too, princess. But I understand when you donât want me to claim you, or want to have another kind of relationship with me than friendship. I love you, as my best friend but also as my omega. But I wonât pressure you into something, princess,â he assures you, letting himself fall down on top of you, to let you feel more of his broad body.
You immediately wrap your arms tighter around his back, inhaling his scent. âWould you alsoâ would you ever betray me when Iâm not enough for you anymore? Maybe you will find a better Omega and love her more then?â
âPrincess, stop that. Donât think like that, youâre more than enough, so much love and affection inside of your big heart. Why should I ever want someone else when I can have you?â He asks, pushing you softly back while he looks into your eyes â and you see nothing but love in them, the truth, like a promise.
âWhy are you always so fuckiââ
âOmega!â Steve warns, raising an eyebrow when you giggle softly. You feel a tingle inside of your body and your pussy clenches when he talks to you like that. Steve growls, throwing his head back. âThatâs what you like, huh?â
You nod your head, even though your pussy is answering for you too. âBut you were swearing the whole time, Stevie,â you pout, giggling more when he pokes his fingers into your sides.
âThatâs a difference, I just fucked you and wasnât able to focus on something that wasnât your pussy, princess,â he smirks, kissing you softly when you blush. âI love you, and I will protect you, let me make you mine next time. There is no one I could want when I have you.â
You nod, leaning up to chase his lips for a much needed kiss â no desperation, no roughness, just love and the promise you make to one another. âOke, but only when I get a bubble bath now, with a lot of bubbles and you!â
He rolls his eyes playfully but agrees, kissing you softly before he turns the two of you around and gets up, his cock still inside of you, when he carries you into the bathroom to run you a warm bubble bath. He doesnât care how late it is, that you should sleep, his princess needs a bubble bath with him? You get a bubble bath with him plus a massage and as many cuddles as you want.
âI love you too Stevie. And when you already pumped me full you could have asked to claim me already!â
âYou were such a little cock drunk slut for me, princess. But I will make you mine before we go home tomorrow, we have all night to make you lose your mind on my cock,â he grins, kissing the top of your head when he slips his cock out of you and places you on the toilet to run a bath.
âI guess youâre the one who is going crazy with his cock in my pussy, Stevie. Or what were you thinking about when you jerked off earlier that day?â
You knew what he did in the shower, you have seen his hard cock for a brief moment but it was enough for you to see it being rock hard. And youâre not dumb, you know exactly when your best friend takes a shower because he needs one or because he has to need one. Steve blushes softly when you mention it, but then he smirks.
âCanât help myself with such a sweet omega around me. My omega, princess,â Steve utters, picking you up from the toilet to place you in the warm water with a whole lot of bubbles before he gets into the bathtub behind you, pulling you close against him. Steveâs broad chest pressing against your back and you sight softly when you place your head against his shoulder and letting his big hands wander over your thighs and stomach, drawing small circles on your skin.
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âž âž° â anton tired of being cock blocked by his members ăŸ
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request. thinking abt needy anton who keeps getting cockblocked by the other members then finally has enough đđ€ ..
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it's not like anton didn't like that you were friends with his friends; of course not, he met you through sohee â but it often came at a price; you two hardly got any privacy at the dorms. scratch that you didn't get any privacy at the dorms.
between them constantly just walking into his room , completely spoiling the mood; not to mention the teasing that followed right after by his older members⊠it's safe to say anton was tired of his members and although he loved them , he also loved getting his dick wet, but his members made sure that almost never happened.
what really did it in for him is when he realized he couldn't even escape it when he came over to your house. âbaby.â he whined against your neck. âplease , im so horny.â you two had not had any privacy for a while and anton felt like he was gonna burst in his pants. âfuck i need to be inside you before i die.â you chuckled at his neediness. âyou're being dramatic ton.â
you weren't gonna lie , you needed him too; both of you were so busy , you were often forced to take care of each other over the phone while he was in a different country â but it wasn't like having him in person. âbaby i can feel you.â he grinded his clothed cock against your heat. âfuck ton.â you mewled out , hands flying to his hair. âsee you want it to.â he whispered in your ear. âwhen's the last time we actually fucked?â
you had no intentions of teasing him further. âtake your shirt off.â he sat up , throwing his shirt off somewhere in the rush to get you outta your clothes. âcan't wait to get inside you.â removing his pants, climbing back into bed with you. âgonna fill you up , nice and stuffed.â
you moaned as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your folds , legs twitching as his cock head kissed your clit. âfuck , keep your legs open.â
he was positioned at your hole , ready to feel your insides â when the imaginable happened⊠your phone rang. âfuck!â he yelled frustrated. âcalm down , let me see who it is.â you reached for your phone , he was still hovered above you , cock desperate to be inside you. âwell who is it?â he almost burst into flames when he saw who it was. âwhat the fuck could sohee want at this moment?
maybe he was thinking with his dick at the time , because he couldn't imagine himself saying what he said next. âanswer it.â your eyes widened , surely your boyfriend lost his mind. âwhat no , i'll just call him back.â you said. âno he'll just keep calling , answer it."
âanton im not answering itâ i said answer it.â his voice much deeper , shocking you , making you answer it almost immediately. âhe-hey sohee.â
âtook you long enough i could've been dieing.â he said. âim sorry was âŠâ your mouth dropped open as you felt the stretch of your boyfriends cock. âyou were what?â your friend said. âb-busy , i was busy.â you pushed at your boyfriend's waist trying to push him out of you, but he was much stronger , holding your waist down as he began to thrust inside you. âfuck keep talking.â he moaned. âwas that anton? tell him i said hi.â
you tried to listen to your friend , but his yapping was completely overshadowed by the feeling of anton fucking into you vigorously. âyn you okay?â sohee asked. âyou seem distracted.â you bit your bottom lip to contain a moan as antons cock kissed your cervix over and over. âfi-fine , just a long day.â
âyou should make anton make you some dinner so you can relax.â you would've laughed at your boyfriend rolling his eyes , had he not sped up his movements fucking you with harsher thrust , you covered your mouth as his cock bullied your pussy. âfuck baby im about to cum.â he whispered. âhang up the phone.â he said. âhee i-i have to go.â
âhold on , im almost finished.â he said, continuing on with his story about something that happened to him â pissing your boyfriend off. âfuck it.â he sped up his pace. âfu-fuck sohee i really need to go.â you stuttered. âwhat are you even doing?â anton was quick to snatch the phone , still plowing into you. âwhat does it sound like?â he hit a particular spot making you moan loudly. ânow she'll call you back when i'm done.â he hung up , tossing the phone. âfuck , fuck!â he cursed. âim gonna cum.â
your tits bouncing as he pounded into you. âfuck me ton , make me cum.â you moaned. âplease make me cum.â he held one of your legs around his waist , the band in his stomach about to snap. âfuck!â you gasped. âfuck im cumming ton , im fucking cumming!â you screamed his name , the band finally snapping , both of you cumming at the same time , your juices coating his length as he filled you up. âfuck.â
âyour phone has been blowing up for the past hour.â you said as your boyfriend sucked little marks into your neck post sex. âit's probably the groupchat.â and then it all came back to you , your blood running cold. âoh my god he probably told the entire group what you did.â he shrugged. âton.â you boyfriend groaned , reaching over to turn his phone off. ânow they know to leave me alone when im with you that's not my problem right now.â
âmy problem right now is how many times i can make you cum before you pass out on me.â
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Hi! Is it possible to get a platonic Yandere Stanford with a teenager reader? The reader likes mysteries and monsters and all that just like him, so Stanford sees them and heâs like âyup. Thatâs my kid nowâ lol
P!Yandere!Stanford Pines & Teenager!GN!Reader
warnings: violence(toward monsters), implied abuse
[THIS IS PLATONIC] I think I made this a tad too long... it's not even in bullet form anymore. thank you for the request! I love your idea sm đ [Word Count: 1047]
Stanford Pines has completed another mission. He lifted his head, his eyes squinting at the sight of the looming trees. The sun peeked between them, visibly on its way down.
To keep it short, he had to chase a dangerous, vile monster into the woods and take its life.
He probably saved thousands of lives. It's just that... it came down to the price of being lost. Ford has never gone this far from Gravity Falls before.
That's totally okay. Curious, even! This is perfect material for his research! He'll have to use a makeshift one for nowâthis cheap notebook he got from the gift shop.
As he was about to start writing, a panicked roar reverberated throughout the forest. Such strong growlsâenough to blow away his clothes and body! Ford had to see it with his own eyes!
He ran and ran until he finally saw the giant. A single, widened eye stared at him, and suddenly he couldn't move anymore. Heavy breaths rose and plunged from his chest.
But he didn't have to worry any longer. A figure hopped down, continuously slicing the middle part of the eye as they descended.
Ford grunted, falling on his back as its blood squirted and leaked, even having some splatter on his nose. He watched the monster turn and run away, knowing that it'd die soon enough.
"Woah! Grandpa, you okay?" A small hand filled Ford's vision. "You froze up pretty quickly. I bet you'd be dead if I wasn't here!"
Once his vision finally cleared, he paused at the sight of a teenager. He's never seen this kid before. Ford cleared his throat, accepting your hand and standing up. "I'm fine. And don't call me that."
You hummed, tilting his open wallet with a nod. "I dunno. Being in your sixties sounds pretty old to me."
"What? Howâ Whenâ Give me that!" Ford swiped his wallet out of you, to which you respond with a silly grin. He scoffed, crossing his arms. This is such a Stanley thing to do. "Who are you even, kid? Why are you out here?"
"I'm out adventuring!" you declared, placing your fists on your hips. You do certainly have equipment fit for an adventurer. "I mean, did you see me back there? Killed that monster with one swipe!"
Ford rubbed his chin in deep thought. He smiled. "That was pretty impressive. It reminds me of my nephew. You've gone straight towards the monster's weak point."
Unbeknownst to him, your face starts heating up from the praise. You've never received positive reactions from your oh-so-dangerous hobbies. "Well, yeah! It's no big deal. Eyes are usually common for being weak."
Ford chuckled. "Anyway, do you know the direction to Gravity Falls? I may be a little lost."
"Course, duh! It's like... that way! Opposite of the sun," you grinned, pointing behind him. He turned around to check, his shoulders slumping. You touched his nose with a grin when he looked back at you. What a Mabel type of personality. You were really just removing the monster's blood, though. "Boop!"
...Okay.
One glance at the sky, and Ford knew that there's no way he's going to go home at this time. While he loved adventuring, especially at night, he's still in undiscovered territory and would very much like to go home in one piece.
"Alrightnicetomeetyoudude! Byeeee! Good luck!" you exclaimed, already waving at him and walking away.
Wait! You're his only ticket out!
"Pray tell, kid, are you alone? Don't you have guardians or friends tagging along?" he asked hastily.
"Naw. I have parents waiting for me back home, though," you smiled.
Ford somehow convinced you to bring him home to yours.
Now, you stood in front of your house with him by your side. The older man couldn't help but notice that you looked a bit anxious, weirdly enough. You're scratching your arm.
The door finally opened. The first thing Ford saw was a frustrated face of an older woman, which was swiftly wiped when she took note of his presence. How odd.
"Oh, sweetie, who's this with you?"
"Found him in the woods! Isn't he neat?"
"Let's talk for a bit. Please give us a moment," the woman smiled at Ford, grabbing you before closing the door on him.
Ford awkwardly stood outside the house, checking his watch. Faint voices reached his ears. That's your mother, yes? She sounded upset. You sounded upset. He hasn't been in this dimension in a while, but would it really be so bad to take home a man you haven't met? He's just literally lost!
You opened the door. He froze when he met your tear-filled eyes.
"Sorry, whatever-your-name-is. I can't let you in," you muttered meekly. "But you can wait for me tomorrow. I'll help you go home. Bye."
The door closed. Why were you crying? That's not right.
Next day.
Ford waited for you on your front porch, mindlessly writing in his notebook. He had to sleep on a makeshift cushion of laundry. It wasn't the worst place to sleep, and he's just glad he didn't get caught.
"Good morning! You're early today!" you beamed, already walking.
"Is there anything I should know about your parents?" he deadpanned, trailing next to you.
You got uncomfortable quickly. "Uh, next question? Hey, look, a parasite! So weird!"
"Don't touch that! I can't believe it ranges up to here!"
The journey towards Gravity Falls felt long and tiring. But it simply made you and Ford closer.
"What's your name again?"
"Ford. Just call me Ford."
"Forâ Holy shit! I didn't even notice earlier! You have five fingers and a thumb!"
"Pleaseâ" he hid his hand in reflex.
"Six cylinders on your hand! That's so cool, Ford!"
Ford simply sighed, a smile growing on his lips.
Eventually, you both reach the mystery shack.
"Woah... That's yours? No wonder why you're so used to being in the woods. You live in one!"
Ford chuckled, opening the front door. "I can safely say you're going to get along with my family, kid."
...
You paused, hesitating. "I can't. I have to go home."
...
He smiled sweetly. "Not even for dinner? It'll be quick."
Your stomach growled quite loudly, causing your cheeks to heat up. "Okay, fine. Maybe a little."
Stepping right into the shack, Ford shuts the door behind you. He can't let you go back in that godforsaken house. You looked too miserable.
You can be happy with the Pines family here.
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helloo, this is my first time requesting something but I have gotten obsessed with the way you write so-
I had this idea of a f!reader that is really not vocal in bed. And scaramouche absolutely GETS OFF to every little whimper and whine she makes because he doesn't hear it that often and makes an effort to hear *something* KDBDKDIEIDJD
Ok that's it, woohoo (with my luck i've already forgotten i even wrote this a day later so I'll just sign off with an M to remind myself, lmao)
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ê° đđđđđźđ«đąđ§đ ê± scaramouche x fem!reader
ê° đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ ê± nsfw themes. cunnilingus. begging (both sides). fingering. penetration. kiss/bite marks. use of "baby" n "pretty girl". just the tip but not for long. he slaps his cock on your pussy like once + slight pussyjob?! (think that's it :3)
ê° đŹđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ ê± he just wants to hear your cute little moans. is there really something wrong with that?
đđđđâthis was actually drafted like... a few days ago?? i don't remember when but suddenly, now, at a random time of 4am i felt like finishing it so here u go !! might be a bit off or something cuz i did it while half awake đ LMAO [not proofread]
he's trying his best, he really is. all he wanted was to hear your pretty moans that tell everything he needs to knowâthat he's making you feel good.
scaramouche's tongue laps up your dripping arousal as his hands held your thighs apart. a soft sigh could be heard from him upon dragging a finger along your slit. that same finger soon enters your hole and finally, you let out a small moan. your voice was barely above a whisper yet he still heard it, "please moan for me, baby," scaramouche says and dips his head back down in between your legs. he plants a gentle kiss to your clit before speaking up again, "i really want to hear your pretty voice." he sounds almost... desperate.
he brings in another finger inside your pussy, curling them up at the perfect angle that he was sure would let you let out some kind of sound.
but all he got was silence.
a frown forms upon his lips but he won't give up. he leans down to suck on your clit all the while maintaining eye contact as much as possible. a deep blush appears across your cheeks, radiating heat on your skin. his hand makes it way to yours to guide it towards his head. you oblige in his obvious wishes and let your fingers tangle in the soft locks of his hair.
scaramouche pushes his fingers a bit deeper within you, in hopes that the tips of his fingers hit your sweet spot ever so slightly. he wants you to be all needy for him. surely that'll get you talking, right?
after some time, he found himself already lost in the sounds of your cute whimpering whenever he thrusts his fingers inside. "...'m cumming, scara..." you quietly gasp out as he began to absolutely devour you. he's acting like he hasn't eaten in days (which he doesn't even need to do!) "cum on my tongue, baby. cum for me."
you let the waves of pleasure wash over your body and bit by bit, moans began to continuously be drawn out from you. he smiles and lets out a low groan; upon standing up, you could clearly see how hard he was as he was stroking the length of his cock. slowly working it up from the base up to the tip.
he teasingly slaps his cock against your folds, eliciting a few good whimpers from you. since he felt like teasing you further, he slides the length of his dick along your slit. the head of it entering your hole every now and then but never fully settling inside you.
"tell me you want it." he spoke in a low and sultry tone.
"i want it." you replied upon throwing the last bit of your dignity out of the window, "i want you, scara. please..." a soft smile curls up his lips. affectionate kisses on your forehead and temples as he easily slid his cock inside. every sweet little sound you let out seems to drive him a little more crazier.
scaramouche's thrusts were slow, yet deep and preciseâmaking sure that you felt pleasure rather than any hints of pain. "fuck, scara..." the way you gasped out his name with so much need laced in your voice. he fucking loves it.
"let me hear you some more, pretty girl." he whispers in between soft kisses on your collarbone as he felt like marking you with his kiss and bite marks. the feeling of that along with the head of his dick reaching your deepest parts sent shivers throughout your body.
he's glad to know that he's making you feel good.
and now he wants to fill you up for being such a good girl, all for him.
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18+ only mdni pls thank u :D also its my first time writing smut/something this explicit so please be kind đ
kissing sylus is always such a dizzying experience, one that you can swear drives you to borderline insanity.
you usually catch him in one of two moods.
one, is when he likes to take things slow.
it's a few hours past midnight, hours past the time you should've went to bed if you wanted to get up early for work tomorrow. but you don't mind. really, every single bone in your body is screaming at you to stay where you are, perched right on sylus' lap.
your legs settle on either side of his thighs. theyâre beginning to feel like jelly, nearly numb from being in the same position for so long. both of your hands are on his shoulders. your fingers dig into the fabric of his sweatshirt. an attempt, but ultimately a feeble one to ground yourself.
likewise, sylus' hands are glued to your thighs. his palms glide over the bare flesh, fingertips brushing against the hem of your shorts. beneath the thin fabric, he draws circles with his thumb, each drag of his rough pads on your skin brings him closer to the lace of your underwear.
heâs got no sense of urgency as he pulls away, lips lingering just a hair away from yours before leaning his head to give your neck the same amount of attention. you turn your head to the side for his convenience, and he gladly takes it as an invitation to smother the entire length of your neck.
sylus works diligently, lips moving in an almost snail-like pace as if to say that you've got all the time in the world. he doesn't move to another patch of skin until he's sure there are marks in the greater vicinity of each area he covers.
his lips travel down to your shoulder, leaving wet kisses in his wake. he takes the thin strap of your camisole between his fingers, toying with the fabric enough that it slips off. his teeth sink into your skin.
your breath hitches when that delightful mix of pain and pleasure hits your senses.
it's almost too much, the way he's taking his sweet time with you. how he pours the same amount of utmost care and attention over each inch of skin he comes across, until you somehow find yourself resting on your back at the couch.
the flimsy fabric of your camisole rides up. you find it harder and harder to breathe as he runs a hand over your bare stomach. sylus plants his lips right above the garter of your shorts.Â
he tugs at the garter while he holds your gaze, an unspoken way of asking for your consent. your nod is accompanied by a quiet hum that he takes as his cue to pull your shorts all the way down, tossing the garment carelessly over his shoulder.
you're left in your camisole and underwear. it's far less skin than you've shown sylus before, who's seen and memorized every little nook and cranny of your body, but you still feel the urge to squirm. to shy away from his touch and to hide from his eyes that nearly burns holes into your skin from the intensity of his stare.
but he doesn't give you the chance to do either when his hand flies to your inner thigh, slightly spreading your limbs apart.
âdon't go hiding on me now, sweetie.â his lips replace the hand on your thigh. the teeth that digs into your skin makes you whimper. ârelax, we've got all night.â
other times, he's overtaken by the carnal need to devour you whole.Â
he's got you pinned down on the mattress. the cool silk beneath a stark contrast to your flushed, heated skin. it serves as a reminder of how sylus can get you all hot and bothered with little effort.
you two have been going at it for what feels like hours, but it's barely been ten minutes since he dragged you from his office by the waist, the cookies you baked for him sitting long forgotten on his desk.
sylus pulls away, just enough to have you rising from the bed as your parted lips chase after him on instinct. he can feel the ghost of your lashes as your half lidded eyes flutter open.Â
you pout. sylus struggles to hold down the chuckle blooming from his chest.Â
"stop being mean.âÂ
"i don't know what you're talking about, sweetie." sylus acts innocent, but he's got a shit-eating grin on his face that lets you know he's messing with you. "am i not allowed to breathe?"
he says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. like he's never pushed you to the boundaries of how long a human being can last without oxygen. like he doesn't place a firm hand on the back of your head to keep you from catching your breath.
sylus full-on laughs when you turn away from him, shifting your body as much as his tight grip on your wrists will allow so that you're angled away from him.
cute. he thinks. did you really think he can be denied that easily?
sylus releases his hold on one of your wrists. his now free hand finds your chin, fingers lingering above skin for a moment before he uses just enough force to turn your head towards him.
you gasp. the tiny sound you make that's barely louder than a whisper travels straight down.
for half a second, you lock eyes. but you're determined to keep up this little charade despite the hand on your chin, eyes darting to look at anything but him.
âkitten,â he feels the way you squirm beneath, can almost feel the shiver running down your spine. âlook at me.â
with little hesitation, you will yourself to face him. and when your eyes find his, sylus wastes no time in capturing your lips between his own.
it's awfully pathetic, you think, the way you gasp for the second time in less than a minute. but you don't think you can pin the blame on yourself entirely when it's sylus.
sylus, who's rapidly starting to fill your senses, consuming you wholly. he's in each breath of air you take through your nose, a mix of leather and cedarwood fogging your mind. he's all you can ever think of tasting as his tongue works wonders inside your mouth.
hell, he's even in the back of your eyelids. a picture forever burned in your mind, a memory carved so deeply into your soul.
he slots himself between your legs, dragging one of his thighs up the sheets until it meets with your core.
sylus swallows each sound you make, from the quietest whimpers to the most shameless of moans, as he grinds his thigh against you. the muscle presses into you with pressure that's enough to drive you crazy, but not enough to send you careening over the edge.
 he knows this. of course he does. he notices it in the shortening of your breath, chest heaving and contracting deeply. in the frantic way in which your fingers travel across the large expanse of his back. in your soaked pajama shorts that's slowly seeping through the fabric of his pants.
âwhat's the matter?â and he'd be happy to give you more, to give you that push you need to reach blissful release. âtell me, sweetie, what do you want?â
only if you ask nicely.
âsy-â you manage between baited breaths. âplease, i- i need more.â
âiâm not sure i get what you mean. care to help a poor man out?â his pace relents, leaning forward in a mock curiosity. satisfaction courses through his veins when he hears you whine.
his pants are starting to strain uncomfortably, the last bits of his restrain wearing thin. he wants you, as much asâno, a lot more than you want him. but he wants to make sure you get your fill first.
it's you above everything, after all.
âsylus, i need you-â
âyou have me.â sylus presses against your clothed clit. âor is this not enough for you?â
you shake your head, desperate for release. âneed you inside, please.â
âwell,â he smirks, reaching down to move your underwear to the side before sliding right into your hole. the gasp that falls off your swollen lips is music to his ears as he starts rapidly thrusting two of his fingers in and out. âsince the kitten asked so nicely, who am i to deny her request?â
#might be a tiny bit ooc SAWRY#i kinda chickened out so its not like full on smut#i TRIED ok đ#sylus love and deepspace#love and deepspace#sylus x reader#sylus smut#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace smut
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