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a-mint-bear · 28 days

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Make Me Yours

Male Yandere x Reader

"I just... really wanna put a collar on a cute guy."

Part 2: "Your One and Only"

You didn't even mean to say it out loud, but your best friend since middle school had always been super open with this sort of stuff. You've always been the first one she texts when a date goes really well, or really terribly. And a lot of your coffee meetups, like this one, devolve into her oversharing all the juicy details of her relationships.

"Oh wow." She nudged you with a grin. "Didn't know you had it in you!"

Unable to meet her eyes, you try to defend your stray thought. You remind her of some of the jerks you've dated, how their assertive and self-assured personalities had all quickly turned into a bit too aggressive and controlling. In certain situations, in controlled doses... that could lead to a nice time. But it's all fun and games until you try to explain away some of their worse moments to your coworkers and swiftly realize you're in "that kind" of relationship. You wonder if you give off some kind of energy that attracts creeps...

The thought of finding a guy who would not only let you take the reins but maybe even prefer you taking charge? It gave you a little thrill you're almost embarrassed to admit.

"Well, it's nothing to get all twisted up over." she shrugs, taking a sip of her iced latte. "You'll find the right guy that's into that kind of thing."

You smiled, she really was trying to encourage you with this, and it was oddly sweet of her.

"Oh, look!" she scooted closer to you, showing you her phone screen. "There's tons of collars you can get. You thinkin' like leather, classic S&M style? Or somethin' more cutesy?"

Maybe a little too encouraging, sometimes.

~ Somewhere very close by...~

His hands were shaking. Your words were playing on repeat in his head, drowning everything else out.

As if you weren't already perfect. He'd been so jealous of you meeting up with your friend, but if it made this conversation happen so he couldn't be too upset about it. He'd been trying to think of some way to make you his for so long... But being yours? Wearing something like that? Something that said he belonged only to you?

He was already yours. But a little proof never hurt.

. . .

It was late, and you decided to cut through the park to get home quicker. It was a pretty safe area, but you didn't want to be here any longer than you had to be. A few lights lit up the main path and you didn't see anyone else around.

But that didn't mean you were alone.

"Hey..."

You spin around to see... some guy. You'd never met him before, but he was... making A LOT of eye contact.

He was cute though. Soft, fluffy hair and piercings in his ears, his bright eyes poking out from beneath his bangs. And he had at least six inches on you, but not really an intimidating frame, a bit skinny too. The way he was looking at you was making you nervous, but you weren't sure if it was a "Oh, this is unexpected." kind of nervous or a "You're gonna end up in his basement." kind of nervous.

"You probably don't remember me but, uh...we had a few classes together last year and…"

He seemed really nervous himself, trailing off with some color in his cheeks. You tell him politely that you were sorry, but you didn't remember him.

"That's okay, uh..."

He was breathing kind of funny, his eyes still staring into yours. You asked him what he needed, hoping it would speed this along and you could leave.

He took a breath, and all you could do was stare, wondering if you should distract him and make a break for it.

"I... I've liked you. For a long time. It's like... like everything about you is just so... wonderful! Seeing you every day keeps me going! I was okay just watching but then... Sorry, sorry. I'm c-coming on too strong, I..."

He took a step towards you, moving like he was going to touch you, but you instinctively took a step back. He looked a little hurt.

"No, no please, don't be scared! I just... I thought it was the right time... I've been thinking about this for so long! I just wanted to..."

He dropped to his knees and the look in his eyes was almost...like he worshipped you. Like you were everything to him and nothing else mattered. It was a bit overwhelming...

"I heard you talking to your friend the other day. Not, uh, not in a weird way, I swear! I-it's just... It's all I can think about..."

He stared at you, a glimmer of something in his eyes. You could see a tremble in his hands, like he was debating reaching out for you again. But he was holding himself back.

Seeing him kneeling, looking up at you with a want that burned into you... It was doing something to you.

This was a weird, kinda scary, unbelievable situation. But it felt so...

Good.

You felt bold. Deciding to go for broke, you finally spoke again.

You asked him to tell you what he wanted.

You could see the tremble shoot through his frame, the smallest, quietest gasp when the your words finally registered.

"I want... I want you to look down at me, just like this! I want you to run your fingers through my hair and tell me I'm a good boy. Your good boy! I want to cuddle up to you and hear your heartbeat while you hold me, I... I want you to use me... I want you to yank my collar if I get too excited and tell me to behave."

He laughed softly at the thought, this guy was completely smitten.

"I want to be yours, if that'll make you happy..."

He reached into his back pocket, you heard the gentle clink of the collar before you saw it. It was like some kind of odd proposal, except he was down on both knees.

He held it up to you, his eyes clouded with a want that made your face feel hot.

So painfully slowly, you reached out for him, your fingers flinching back for a split second, rational thought desperately trying to break through. But despite all the reasons you could think this was completely crazy, you still wanted this.

You touched his cheek, and he didn't hesitate to lean into your hand with a contented, dreamy sigh.

The power he was giving you was... new, exciting, maybe a bit intoxicating. And he was offering it all so willingly, you wondered if this was all a dream.

"I wanna be your good boy..." His voice was soft but pleading, almost desperate. "Please..."

His smile was making your brain feel fuzzy, seeing him looking up at you like you were his whole world.

"Make me yours."

#this one's a little self-indulgent lol #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere oc #yandere male #yandere boy #subby yandere #wondering if I should start naming these guys and gals #so i can do part 2s with the same characters #this one's been nearly done and in my drafts for a while #job hunting is long and tiring y'all

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cherry-leclerc · 3 months

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20/90 ☆ cl16

genre: humor, smut, angst, jealous!charles, post-break up, toxic ex trope, on & off

word count: 2k

After a painful break-up, you and Charles find yourselves taking part in what seems to be a never ending cycle. But there are rules that apply.

nsfw warning under the cut!

18+...car sex, riding, wrap it before you tap it!

req!...two in a day?? you guys are spoiledddd

It takes about twenty days to break a habit, give or take. There’s proof; like the time you scolded yourself into not biting your nails anymore, horrified with the idea of getting engaged with monstrous hands. Or when you swore you would never drink again after Singapore.

But it takes ninety to make a permanent change.

It was a mutual decision, it was the most mature one, really, too. He was getting more and more busy; higher demand. You were drowning with homework, and senior thesis, it was long overdue. Yet it still broke your heart just the same. We can try again in the future, he tries to reason when you sob against his chest, linen shirt growing damp, but never once thinks about pulling away.

There is no future if there’s no you, you whimper. You feel stupid, desperate, and disgusting. It was not a lovely mix, but it was true. How could you move on when he was all you’ve ever wanted?

And there’s no present without you.

That was thirteen days ago, to be exact. Life was not better, but bearable to say the least. Often, you would find yourself stalking him on social media, unbeknownst that he did the same. You finally got your bachelor's you had worked your ass off for. He finally came to a renewal on his Ferrari contract. Life should be good.

Instead, you find yourself slumping against the cold wall, eyes squinting at the harsh sun. You’re well aware you’re panting like a beast, and sweat trickles down your face like a water faucet, but you couldn't care any less. Running was definitely not for the weak.

Abandonner si tôt?

Directing your attention to a deep voice, your heart stops before excitedly pumping against your chest. You can feel it in your ribcage. It should be a crime how handsome he still is, the more he gets day by day. W-what are you doing here?

His green eyes flicker against the rocks. Oh, you know.

Are you here for me? You want to foolishly ask, but bite down instead. I thought you were already in Bahrain.

Keeping tabs on me?

Flustered, you narrow your eyes, feigning a normal state. We dated for five years. I know your schedule by heart. His soft features register a wave of shock, nervous fingers gripping his phone.

It was good seeing you. And he leaves.

It shouldn’t hurt so much, but it does. It feels as if you’ve scraped your knee, hit your heart, got punched square in the face, and got run over by a school bus. Infinite times. And he seems A-OK. It's against your better judgment to follow after him, to yell at him out of spite for no apparent reason. But you were not the same girl he used to know.

“Oh fuck,” Charles groans as you ride him hastily, headboard banging against the wall as he keeps a steady hold on your hip, where a path of fresh bruises lie. He almost laughs if it weren’t for you rolling your hips tentatively. He quirks a brow when you shake your head and finish around his thick girth, leaving him no choice but to follow along with a low shudder.

“What have I done?” you whisper, delicate hands coming up to cover up your bare breasts. “Oh my God…”

“Ah,” he hums. “What a delightful thing to hear.”

Scurrying off his lap, you grab your wrinkled clothes, inching towards the exit as you wag your finger. “This –that– could never happen ever again. Capeesh?”

Charles tries his best to hide his hurt, braving through with a nonchalant smile. “Never again.”

You’re eight days in when he texts you. Something about needing someone to talk to. You might have broken up, but who said you couldn’t remain friendly acquaintances? He demands you meet at your spot, and it's a slap in the face but find yourself there nonetheless. He rambles on and on about his ongoing stress, and the neverending pressure. You knew it got bad, but you never thought this much.

“My PR manager is debating on whether I should date someone for the sake of increasing views. More attention.”

Your jaw goes slack. “You called me for this?” Rushing up to your full height, you brush off a gust of dirt, struggling to not roll into a coughing fit. “What makes you think this is something I want to hear?”

The Monegasque’s face pinches up like a clam. “I thought you should know.”

You scoff. “Right…” He watches as you scarily pace the open field with a blank expression. It saddens him how suddenly he doesn’t know how to read you. “You’re a fucking coward.”

And you leave.

He follows through with it because there’s really no other choice. She’s nice, but not kind like you. She’s pretty, but not breathtaking like you. You get the gist.

Her touch is unfamiliar and cold, forced. Abnormal. Her father is some kind of wealthy man who invests in prestigious hotels in his home country and is looking to make some more money as if what he doesn’t have is enough to serve him a lifetime. Sometimes, Charles feels for her. She probably wanted this the same amount as he did.

Behind a screen, you live through all of it. Your friend nicknamed you as Bella-From-Twilight-When-Edward-Goes-Away. Only Edward comes back. Charles never did. But it's now been seventeen days. And you curse the day you run out of your favorite ice cream.

“Why am I always bumping into you?” you huff when you spot the brunette. He rolls his eyes. I’m the famous one here. I don’t need to follow anyone, unlike you. Where his cold tone finally blossomed from –you don’t know– but you didn’t like it at all. Purposefully hitting your cart against his own, you stroll off. “Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Superstar.”

Comedically, you both find yourself glaring as you check out from adjacent sides, a silent competition on who can get out of there the fastest. You came here just for that, he mouths from afar as your burn bright pink, gaze flickering towards your strawberry ice cream. You flip him off, but giggle apologetically when the cashier assumes it’s aimed towards her.

Charles wants to chuckle in amusement but would rather eat his own foot than admit to that. Have a good day, you can hear his clerk tell him at the same time yours does too. Flinging your arm into the hoop on your tote bag, you run off as he races you with a full cart of groceries. There’s a curve you hit as you manage to squeeze through and smile back at your ex, somehow satisfied. Amidst skip, you feel a harsh push as you fling forward, falling onto your knees as a little boy winces, licks his lollipop, and walks away.

Blood trickles down your knees as you fiercely turn back to look at a regretful loser. “Is it really that deep?” you spit out, ears turning bright red from your reasonable anger. He tries to help you up but that only receives him a slap in the face. “Great. I look like I just got my period. Unbelievable.”

“You just hit me,” he speaks in disbelief.

“You just pushed me,” you retort pointing at your injury, flesh being creepily visible. “On purpose, I might add.”

The Monegasque scoffs, gently massaging his aching face, dark brows pointed at you like knives. “You’re one crazy fucking girl…”

“Thanks, I get that a lot.”

It's all a fateful haze, the way you end up in his car. You suppose it starts the moment he presses on helping you unload your groceries, as some sick apology. But it’s only my ice cream. But he sheepishly shrugs. Now blood paints his driver's seat as you sit on top of him, and occasional grunts overflow due to his red cheek. “I can’t have sex with you,” you mumble against his swollen lips, chest heaving as your tinted windows begin to fog up. It was still early, but you didn’t care.

“And I shouldn’t want to have sex with you, and yet.”

“Yeah,” you pant, kisses steaming up. “Okay then.”

Shame lingers on your drive back home, and grows even deeper when you realize your strawberry treat has melted.

You would never take yourself as a self-driven person; not like most people. It was only one of your many flaws, but in this very moment, bent over the kitchen counter, you promise to become one.

“I can’t keep going back to him,” you groan over the phone as Lily attentively listens to what she considers gossip, and you consider a mid-life crisis. “We broke up months ago, why do I keep doing this to myself?”

“Perhaps because two still care for one another.” And because you know you still love him, and he loves you, she wants to add but stops herself when you glare coldly.

“I am so over him, are you kidding? I’ve never been better. In fact, I’m going out tonight. First man I see boom! Fuck him. Just like that.” You click your fingers magically for emphasis.

Lily’s face drops as her eyes zigzag towards something behind her screen. Before she can try to talk you out of it, you hang up. She’s obviously joking, the Chinese girl stutters when Charles freezes, midway from hanging Alex a pair of joggers, since he had forgotten his own. The green-eyed boy forces a dark smile, tipping his head and heading out without a goodbye.

“I should probably warn her.”

You weren’t picking up–you weren’t going to. It was starting to hit you how stupid this all was and you did not need your friends erasing the last bits of determination you had within you. Beaming at a group of guys, you can’t help but flutter your eyes as they quietly fight over who gets to have the first move. Dibs, if you must. Swallowing the last bit of your awful drink, you start making your way over before a warm hand grips your wrist. “No. I’m not doing this again.”

Charles rolls his eyes. “And you’re not doing that either, we’re leaving.” It takes a lot of mental strength to not kick him in the shin and run off, but you can’t help but slap him once again as soon as he drags you out into the alleyway. A habit you’ve picked up, I see, he growls.

“Why are you still doing this?” you whimper, glassy eyes looking up in complete defeat. “You broke up with me. I agreed. We’re supposed to be moving on from one another. Why can’t you at least try to let me go?”

It’s a punch to the gut, the sound of your raw voice, broken and weak. He takes a clumsy step back, chest tightening from the tense situation he has wheezed himself into. “Believe me, I’m trying but I just can’t…”

Your nose is runny, mascara coats you like a baby racoon, cheekbones are splotchy as if you’ve just been hit, and you were still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Which is part of the reason why he can’t walk away from everything you've been through.

“Well you’re not going to try, but I am. For real this time.”

It’s been ninety-two days, a lot, but not enough at the same time. But there was a piece of you that knew you weren’t missing him as much. So, maybe–it was. Enough, you suppose. It still hurts a tiny bit sometimes, watching him pose with fake smiles, or maybe they’re genuine, you can’t really tell the difference anymore. The way his eyes learned to sparkle for her over time. Fake can become real, it appears. But you being yearnful didn’t mean you weren’t moving on for your own sake. This was good, a new start. The kind you now looked forward to.

And it only took ninety-two fucking days.

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treacheryinblue · 8 days

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A Noah Sebastian x F!Reader One Shot

Word Count: 2.3k

× Summary: Noah does what he can to help relieve some of the overwhelming stress you're forced to endure. It's just smut.

× Warnings!: SMUT (oral [f receiving]) aka Noah obviously being the munch we know he is. language, 18+ , no proofread, no revisions, written in about an hour so it is what it is. •‿•

Masterlist

Study, study, study.

Work, work, work.

That's all you did nowadays.

The routine of it all had become monotonous to say the least, though it's what had to be done if you were ever going to finish your degree. Your third attempt at said degree. School just wasn't for you and you had figured that out as soon as you walked across the stage at your high school graduation however many years ago. While most felt excitement with continuing their education, you felt nothing. You hated it; the deadlines, the papers, the asshole teachers who always acted as if they were leaps and bounds better than everyone they encountered. What you hated about it most of all, though, was the lack of freedom.

Only one thing - one person - was keeping you going despite the headaches and breakdowns where you’d yell that you were “over it” and it was “all so useless anyway”, and that person was Noah. Maybe it sounded cliche, but he truly was your rock through it all. Even with the loads of stuff he had going on, he still always found time for you, especially when he could tell that you were on the verge of one of those previously mentioned breakdowns. This just so happened to be one of those nights.

You were sitting on the couch of his home studio, anxiety-riddled fingers tapping away at your keyboard, trying your best to finish a paper that was due the following night. Of course you shouldn't have waited until the very last minute, but procrastination was what you did best. Noah would beg to differ, but you didn't have the mental capacity to get sucked into those sorts of thoughts right then.

Every now and then Noah would swivel in his chair to look at you, ask how things were going, and then turn back to his music once you replied. The answers were never what he wanted to hear, but he understood. He didn't want to be another source of aggravation for you, so he never pushed. Little did he know, just having him around you was enough to calm your nerves. That, plus the melodic vocals he would softly sing every now and then truly could work wonders.

“I think it's time for a break,” he exhaled while rolling his chair to the side to set his guitar down. “I can almost see the steam coming off your head.”

“In a minute,” you murmured under your breath. Your brows were furrowed, keys of your laptop still rhythmically tapping until you groaned and slammed down on the backspace to erase the paragraph.

“Oh no, now.” Noah stood from the chair with a chuckle and made his way to you, his body dropping down on the couch at your side. His hand immediately went to your bare thigh, fingers slowly caressing along your skin and working their way towards the innermost area.

“Noah, come on. I have to finish this,” you sighed, attempting to move a bit to shake his hand away.

“You also need to take a breather, let out some frustrations. Maybe then you can come back to it with a clear head.”

You were ignoring his words to the best of your ability, as well as his wandering hands.

“That's what I do when I get stuck with a song.”

And didn't you know it. On many occasions Noah had tracked you down within the house when he should've been working, just to let out some frustrations between your legs. It didn't matter what you were in the middle of doing when he found you because he would bend you over any surface and fuck you until the creative juices were flowing again. He claimed it did the trick every time, but you weren't convinced. This is even what led to him teasingly calling you his ‘muse’ when the moments would arise.

A heavy sigh sounded as his hands began to tug at your shorts, though you only leaned off to the side and propped yourself against the arm of the couch. You wanted space between the two of you, but not so much that it meant one of you going to another room. No, you still wanted to be close.

“Noah…” you huffed, your foot gently nudging at him when he went for your shorts again. This time he succeeded in drawing the fabric down your legs and tossing them aside. Despite this, your eyes remained focused on the laptop screen.

He glanced at you as his strong hands pried your knees apart and fully spread you open for him. “Continue to work if you want to,” he shrugged.

You didn't want to admit that you had become aroused during this miniature cat and mouse game the two of you were playing, though you were sure he noticed the small wet spot beginning to form on your panties. Sometimes it was so frustrating how easily he could get you going, even when you were mad at the world and just wanted to throw something.

Noah released one of your legs so he could run his fingers along your pussy over your panties, again and again, making lingering contact with where he knew your clit was each time. Your face remained expressionless, eyes still set on the glowing screen, but your body was definitely reacting to him. You knew you were becoming wetter by the way your panties clung to your folds and Noah continued his strokes with more vigor.

“Is this really the time?”

There was no response because his mouth was soon occupied with digging the tip of his tongue into your clit, the added scratch of your panties causing your toes to curl and your hips to jolt slightly. Noah smirked to himself at your reaction because he knew he would be able to get to you eventually. There was no way you'd be able to resist and you both were well aware of this.

Tattooed fingers soon tugged your panties aside, a faint hum of delight coming from him at the sight of your wet cunt so open and vulnerable. Just his for the taking.

“Fuck,” he murmured while lowering himself back down between your thighs. His lips secured around your clit for a gentle suck before his tongue began taking long licks across the swollen nerves.

Your fingers stalled on the keyboard, your head falling back as a moan was pulled from your chest. How were you supposed to get your work done when Noah was so intent on using his own methods of calming you?

“You taste so goddamn good.”

Noah moaned into your cunt, eyes closed, the entirety of his mouth devouring you like a starved man. His motions were slow but precise, fully knowing what he was doing. He was basically a professional when it came to your body.

Okay fine, he could win this time.

You quickly saved the document you were working on and then closed the laptop, the device now set on the floor by the couch. Even though Noah didn't dare stop, you could tell he was excited about getting what he wanted.

With your hands now free, you reached down to slip your fingers through his hair, eventually latching onto the dark locks. Noah dragged his tongue down to your entrance, slowly swirling around the drenched hole, only to then make his way back to your clit. He knew that if he lingered at your clit for too long then you'd be cumming in less than two minutes, and that wasn't the sort of experience he wanted you to have tonight.

“Mmmph!” A moan transferred to a slight squeak as his teeth gently nipped at your clit, your hips bucking up towards his mouth. He chuckled to himself at your reaction, which only earned him a firm tug to his hair.

Noah glanced up to you, playfully glaring. He shook his head as he sat up just enough to shift your legs together, your panties quickly slipped down and tossed aside to be forgotten like your shorts. You were then being spread open again and no time was wasted before he was back to business.

“Oh! Oh my god, just like that!”

A couple of long fingers plunged into your cunt, slowly easing in and out and pressing up to your g-spot in a way that had you panting and your body trembling. The sensations were maddening, especially as Noah’s tongue swirled around your clit, alternating between this and firmly suctioning his lips around it.

“Mmm, don't stop. Yes!”

His fingers drove deep into your pussy and then paused once fully buried. You made a slight sound of protest, prompting him to begin making that goddamned ‘come hither’ bending motion that made your breath hitch and your lower back arch.

“You like that, baby?” He taunted, long swipes of his tongue again being taken in an agonizingly slow pace. Each motion caused your pussy to clamp around his fingers, the sound of how wet you were easily deciphered behind your moans and heavy breaths.

“Y-Yes…” you stammered, nodding. “It feels so fucking amazing.”

Noah's proud smirk was so prominent that you swore you could feel it against your pussy. Honestly, it was impossible to miss. He always loved knowing how good he could make you feel with just his hands and mouth, and sometimes only his words too.

Your body felt like it was overheating, although in a good way. To ease some of the fire, you grabbed onto the hem of your shirt and pulled it up over your chest. Your abdomen was tense from contracting, pert breasts on full display for him. It only took a moment for you to begin rubbing and kneading over your tits, squeezing them together and sinking your fingers in deep. Noah glanced up to you, his mouth stilling completely though his fingers continued their thrusts.

“You're so needy,” he grinned as his lips began to move along your inner thigh. He suckled and bit at the tender skin, making sure it was hard enough to leave little marks behind, ones that only he would be able to see and know who you belonged to.

“All you needed was for me to make you feel good, baby,” he breathed along your heated flesh. “Fuck the frustrations right out of you.”

The addition of his low voice, along with you now pinching and rolling your nipples, had you right where he wanted you. Noah gave no warning before forcing a third finger into your already tight and stretched cunt, the intensity making you drop your hands to the couch so you could grip onto the cushions for dear life.

“Noah!! Fuck!”

The pressure of your orgasm was swelling until your body couldn't contain it any longer. You were in a frenzy as your hips grinded down against his fingers in time with his thrusts, nails scratching along the leather couch, head tossed back so your passionate cries could freely ring. That’s when Noah’s skilled mouth attacked your pussy again, his tongue hungrily lapping at your clit and your arousal that had spilled past his fingers. He groaned against you, and you even noticed his own hips rutting into the couch, his whole body being put into eating you out.

“Don't stop…right there…” you gasped and moaned between each statement, the climax coming on fast and strong. “Yes…oh my god…I'm going to cum…”

Noah rammed his fingers hard into your core and made sure to stroke along your g-spot with every retreat, only to repeat the motions until you were nothing but a whimpering mess beneath him. It was that pace that finally sent you careening over the edge. Your hands grabbed the back of his head so your nails could scratch the base of his neck and along his scalp, all while your hips unapologetically pressed as close to his mouth as possible. This left him no choice but to continue circling your clit and pulling it between his lips, suckling as if your life depended on this orgasm alone.

Your cunt surged around his fingers in a flood that rushed with such force that you could see his chin glistening, as well as the couch that now pooled with your cum.

Satisfied with his work, Noah began to slow down his pace only when your hips did first. His goal was for you to ride out the orgasm as long as possible, and the way your body still twitched and your pussy clenched let him know all he needed to.

As your body stilled, he slowly retrieved his fingers and watched in awe as more of your arousal dripped from your spent cunt. Typically he liked to watch as his own cum spilled from you, but right now wasn't about him.

Noah slowly kissed along your thighs, across your abdomen, and up to your lips which he eagerly claimed with his own. You were still in haze, floating in your own little world thanks to the great orgasm, but even that couldn't stop you from moving your lips in perfect sync with his. As your arms slinked around the back of his neck, his hands dragged up your sides until he was grasping firm to your waist to pull you close.

“Feeling better?”

You softly laughed, a content sigh following as if to show him just how relaxed you were now.

“Yes…and now I really do need to finish my paper but all I want to do is that again and again…and maybe again for good measure.”

Brushing a hand along the side of your face to push your hair back, Noah grinned, his head slowly nodding in agreement to your words. Unfortunately, he knew he couldn't let himself be that bad of an influence over you.

“Finish your paper and then we can see about that. Think of it as motivation.”

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pinkroseblooms · 4 months

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Could you do a Mataka x reader x slight creepy Shindo. The reader is Arajins sister that just got discharged from the hospital and is cleared to go to school. (They are part of the reason their family moved back) They’ve had a childhood crush on Mataka, but they met Shindo in a book store. He thinks winning Arajin is through his sister, or threaten them.

This got my brain buzzing with ideas! Here's the first part, I'll probably break it down to 3 parts total!

A Chance Meeting and a Declaration of Protection?!

Summary: You've come back to your old hometown for a fresh start and a shot at a normal life; too bad being reunited with your childhood crush and attracting the attention of an unhinged gang leader is proving a detriment to your health in more ways than one! wc: 2.3 A/N: This takes place in an AU without honki people/magic, and tw for future chapters for Shindo being a creep/yandere coded because...I mean come on. Makatara/f!Reader/Shindo (mostly one sided though)

“Come on, just a little more…”

Standing on your tiptoes, you stretch your arm as high as you can, but the novel atop the highest shelf is still out of reach.

“Ugh, I should have asked Macchan to come and help me.”

“My, my, what do we have here?”

You feel a presence behind you before you hear their voice; at first you had assumed Arajin had returned to the bookstore to walk you home. Your mother had made him your personal escort of sorts and your brother had obeyed, walking you to and from the few places you felt well enough to explore.

After spending so much time in a hospital bed, being outside was almost overwhelming, but you also felt restless. When you found out your favorite bookstore was still open after all these years, you could have cried. Now as you stand on somewhat wobbly legs, vision a touch fuzzy, the last thing you need is stress. Where was Arajin? And who was this strange man smirking at you like you were some amusing joke?

“You must realize the owner has a ladder for this exact reason.”

“Huh?”

He taps the spine of the book, easily reaching over your head. “This book, you want it, yes?”

“Oh, yes.” You nod, somewhat hesitantly; your eyes scan the aisle, but it would seem there’s no one else around. Briefly, your eyes linger on his braided hair and light eyes; he wasn’t wearing a school uniform, just a plain, gray sweatshirt and matching pants. You were certain he was around your age though.

“What are you staring at?”

“Oh sorry, I was thinking, um, did you want the book?” You smile apologetically, hoping your embarrassment wasn’t obvious. “I didn’t mean to be in the way.”

“No, no, I was amused by you hopping like a bunny.”

Your smile falls. “Uh, I guess I’ll just go on and ask for assistance then-”

But the stranger takes the book, holds it up over your head with a sickly sweet smile.

“I wouldn’t leave a lady struggling. Here, take it.”

“Oh, thank you.”

But before you can take the book, he holds it up even higher. You frown, confused; is he just messing with you?

“I thought you were giving me the book?”

“Isn’t it a bit rude to ask for favors from a stranger?” He asks innocently. “My name is Shindo Akutaro; might I ask for your name?”

“Tomoshibi.” You say curtly. “May I please have that book, Shindo-san?”

“I suppose.”

The book is unceremoniously dropped and you fail to catch it; the novel lands on the hard tiled floor and you slowly kneel to pick it up. Bending and stooping too quickly makes you light headed and your limbs feel like noodles at the least bit of sudden motion.

“You don’t need to kneel before me for such a small favor.”

Shindo’s smile widens until you see his canines; he looks down at you over the rim of his glasses, eyes shining with an odd sort of glee, as though you’re doing something very silly and he has to hold back laughter. You straighten up, standing up too quickly; for a second, you teeter on unsteady feet and your hand grabs the shelf for support.

“You look very pale; are you sick? In that case, maybe you ought to be home, not hopping around.”

“I spent enough time cooped up.” You rub your forehead gently with your fingers, holding the book to your chest. “I should be able to manage shopping for a book.”

It’s more than your desire to purchase a new novel though; this book store is a place of comfort. You used to spend hours either browsing the selection or sitting in the cafe area to read the newest addition to your collection. It wasn’t like you could run around with Arajin and Matakara, as badly as you wanted to. Even now, you’ve only just begun to feel what you assume for others is something like “normal”.

“It’s not funny.”

Shindo blinks, looking vaguely perturbed as you stare up at him defiantly; suddenly, you feel very irritated. Whether it’s due to his prior teasing or your own frustration, you’re not sure.

“Thanks, I suppose, for getting the book.” You say quietly. “But I don’t appreciate a perfect stranger laughing at me. I never asked to be sick and I didn’t ask for your help. Excuse me, but my brother will be here soon to take me home and I need to go buy this.”

With a slight nod, you scurry away to the register on the other side of the store; as he hands you the receipt and your new book, a soft chime signals someone has entered the store. You turn around, met with the sight of a disgruntled Arajin and-

“Macchan?” You almost drop your bag and wallet. “What are you doing here?”

“I bumped into Ara-chan, so I thought I’d tag along.” Matakara waves with a sunny smile. “You’re doing okay? You haven’t had to go back to the hospital or anything?”

“I told you she was fine.” Arajin walks over to you and takes your hand. “Come on, let’s get going,”

“You’re in a hurry for someone who was late to get me.”

“Mom asked me to pick up a few things for dinner.” Arajin explains with a sigh, leading you to the sliding doors, Matakara following behind dutifully. “I figured you’d want more time anyway; you could have called.”

“You could have called if you were going to be gone later.” You grumble, slipping your hand from his grasp. “Arajin, slow down, I can’t walk that fast.”

“Do you want me to take that?” Matakara comes to your side. “Here, let me carry your bag. You look kinda pale.”

“So I’ve heard.” You sigh; of course he had to come and see you winded from the most menial task. “Thanks Macchan, but I got it.”

“Come on, we need to get home.” Arajin gives Matakara a look. “Don’t you have to get going too?”

“I can stay.” Matakara turns to you. “You don’t mind, do you? I feel like we haven’t had a chance to catch up since you moved back. It’s been too long.”

“No kidding; honestly I almost didn’t recognize you when you came to visit.” You chuckle and pat the top of Matakara’s head. “I used to be taller than you.”

“Um, yeah.”

Matakara’s face flushes a bit; it’s nice to see he hasn’t changed too much from the bashful sweetheart you remember. Now, if only you had changed as much; you both envy and admire your old friend’s strong build.

“Don’t strain yourself too much tomorrow.” Arajin looks over his shoulder at you; he’s still looking a bit grumpy, but his eyes soften as they meet yours. “My class is basically across the hall from you and the teacher’s already know what to expect.”

“I know, I’ll be okay!”

You sound more confident than you feel; from what Arajin has said about his time attending the academy, the place sounds less like an institution of education and more a playground for delinquents. Still, you have limited options and if you have to attend a school in the area, you feel better knowing at least two people already.

“I’m in the same class as Ara-chan; you can come to me if there’s a problem. If you want to.” Matakara says with an oddly serious expression. “I’ll be there, so you don’t have to worry about anything.”

“I’m not worried.” You lie, your smile feeling like a mask stretched over your face. “Thank you, Macchan. I don’t want to bother you though, you and Arajin have your own lives. I’m sure I’ll be totally fine. I’m so pitiful, even bullies don’t want to bug me.”

“No you’re not.” Matakara frowns. “You’re not pitiful, you're strong. I always thought so. You should too.”

You’re not sure how to respond; Arajin makes a choking sound deep from his throat and puts his hands over his ears.

“Ugh, I can not listen to this! You two walk back together, I’m going on ahead.”

“Huh?!”

“Arajin!” You gap as your brother stalks off down the sidewalk without a glance back at you. “That little shit! He’s lucky I can’t chase him down. Ugh, sorry Macchan, he’s being such a brat.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“It is not.” You huff, crossing your arms, glaring at the dot that’s now Arajin’s head. “He’s been on edge ever since we came back. I get him being angry with me, but you haven’t done anything.”

“Why would Ara-chan be angry with you?”

“Not me exactly, just,” You unfold your arms and they hang at your sides. “A big reason we came back was for my treatment. Mom’s settled in fine but Arajin…it’s not my place to speak for him, but I know being here is frustrating.”

“But it’s not your fault you’re sick.”

“Still, I think…he’d never say so, but I think he resents me. Arajin always has to deal with mom putting me first because of my poor health.”

Arajin never says it, but you can tell he gets frustrated; he never asked for a sister who constantly needed to be minded and tended to. Even now as you’ve gotten older, he’s still being pushed into the role of caretaker. You don’t want him to feel like he’s responsible for how you do when you go back to attending in person classes.

“He brings a lot of it on himself, but I know he worries about me. Anyway, I don’t want to burden him or you.” You muster up a genuine smile. “I’m going to take it one day at a time, but I can do this. I have to at least try; I can’t let it all be for nothing.”

“You,” Matakara pauses, gazing at you with wide eyes and parted lips. “You haven’t changed at all.”

You can’t help snort. “Seriously? I know I said I wanted to toughen up and all, but-”

“You’ve gotten even cooler.”

Maybe it’s a good thing Arajin decided to leave the two of you in the dust; if he saw the way Matakara was staring at you, you might have had Arajin ready to drag you away. Before you can say anything, Matakara gently takes the bag from your loosened grip.

“For the record, I never thought looking after you was a burden. I want you to ask me for help. Matakara confesses shyly. “I’m stronger now.”

“I noticed.” Your eyes flicker to his arms; his muscles are basically straining against the thin cotton of his worn t-shirt. “Are you sure? I really don’t have trouble carrying something that small.”

“I want to!” Matakara insists; he almost whines and your heart skips a beat as he pouts down at you. “I could even carry you if you needed me to.”

“Okay, okay, I got it.” At this point the thought of your crush carrying you around in his absurdly strong arms is making you so lightheaded, you might end up needing to be hauled home anyway. On the bright side, you doubt you’re looking pallid; heat radiates from your face as Matakara walks with you. He walks in time with your steps; if you asked, he would probably take your hand to lead you home.

“I bet you’re really popular.” You nudge his shoulder. “Arajin told me you’re like, a class leader or something?”

“He did?”

“Uh huh. But don’t tell him I told you.” You put a finger to your lips. “If you do, I’ll tell him about how you cried after stealing one of my horror novels.”

“I didn’t know it was a scary book! I thought it was about a magic doll.”

“To be fair, it was brought to life with occult magic. I still can’t believe you threw out my baby doll.”

“...I thought it would come to life and haunt you.”

“That’s right, I was so mad!” You recall with a giggle. “Do dolls still freak you out?”

“No...”

“Aw,” You feel a bit guilty at the kicked puppy dog look on Matakara’s face. “I’m sorry for teasing you.”

Matakara remains silent for a few seconds and you feel anxious: was that too far? It had been a long time since the two of you were able to talk like this. Perhaps you were getting ahead of yourself, acting so familiar with him.

“Matakara? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hassle you. I won’t actually tell Arajin about the doll thing.”

“It’s not that.”

Matakara fidgets with the handle of the shopping bag; the sun is setting now. The soft golden light makes his eyes almost sparkle; as if getting enough oxygen wasn’t already a concern. Now you had to have your breath stolen by the warm gaze holding your attention captive.

“It’s just…I don’t want you to think of me that way. I’m not that weak cry baby anymore.”

“I never thought you were.” You tell him earnestly. “I shouldn’t have teased you.”

“You really don’t get it.” Matakara’s voice lowers. “Even though you were so sick, you looked out for me. Now I want to do that for you. I want you to see me as someone strong you can depend on.”

“Macchan, you don’t have to look out for me: that’s not your responsibility.”

“Do I…look different to you?”

“What?”

Matakara inches a bit closer, as if he's afraid to startle you, before taking yours hands in his own. You can feel callouses on his warm palms are warm; his cheeks are pink and his stare is hard with determination. Abruptly, you're reminded of that tenderhearted boy who would rush to your side every time you so much as hinted at being fatigued.

"Do you trust me?"

"O-of course." You study his urgent gaze warily. "I always have."

“I could-no. I will protect you. If anyone tries to bother you tomorrow, you come straight to me. I’ll deal with them. I'll be there; as long as you can trust in that, I can only get stronger." Matakara squeezes your hands gently. "Believe in me and I'll protect you with that strength."

You’re taken aback; you’ve never heard Matakara speak this way to you or at all. Not that you don’t appreciate it; on the contrary, your tummy is doing somersaults. With that said, you can’t help wondering: just how much did your friend change these past few years? And what exactly is he expecting he’ll need to protect you from?

#bucchigiri?!#matakara asamine #arajin tomoshibi #akutaro shindo #reader insert #fem reader #x reader #alternate universe #tw yandere #eventually #matakara asamine x reader #akutaro shindo x reader

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sycamorelibrary754 · 8 months

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Forts, Fruit Snacks, & Flying

Summary: How will Natasha react when she sees the footage of your daughter’s high flying escapades with Peter while you two were in Paris celebrating your anniversary?

Pairings: Natasha x reader, Yelena, Kate, Peter x reader (platonic).

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 800

Warnings: None

A/N: @togrowoldinv suggested a fic where Natasha finds out about Mila’s flying with Peter in We’re a Family. This can also be read as a stand-alone story. I hope you enjoy it!

It was Wednesday afternoon. You and Natasha had been home for almost two weeks. Your anniversary in Paris now a cherished memory for both of you. You had gone back to work, and Nat, despite her semi-retirement, had been at the compound for the last three days training a couple of new recruits.

The meeting you were in was running long, and you were starting to worry about who was going to pick up Mila from preschool. You knew Nat wasn’t available for at least another two hours, so you text your sister-in-law.

You: Hey Yelena, I’m stuck at work and Nat is training recruits until 5 pm. Is there any way you can pick up Mila from preschool and bring her home? We should be home around 5:30 p.m.

Yelena: No problem! Peter, Kate Bishop, and I just finished an outreach event at the library. We’re only a couple blocks from her school.

You: Thank you! You’re the best sister-in-law ever. Tell Kate and Peter I say thank you as well. We’ll see you in a bit.

Mila had just picked up her purple unicorn backpack from her cubby when she caught sight of Yelena, Kate, and Peter by the door.

“Surprise, little spider!! We’re here to pick you up”, Yelena exclaimed.

“Where’s Mommy and Mama?” Mila asked, hugging the trio.

“They’ll be home soon. Meanwhile, we get to go home and play. What do you say?”

“Yay!”

*^~^*

After arriving home and getting Mila a snack, your daughter decided she wanted to build a blanket fort. Following some expert engineering, the four sat down inside the fort eating Welch’s Fruit Snacks.

Mila lokoed over at Peter, “Did you bring your flying suit with you?”

“Oh, not today, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

Your little girl looks like she's about to cry when Kate interjects. “Mila, do you want to see the video of you flying with Peter when you stayed with us? I have it on my phone.”

She nods, and Kate tosses the video to the AirPlay on your big-screen TV. At that very moment, you and Natasha walked in the front door. Natasha’s eyes go wide as she takes in the 4k footage of your five-year-old daughter flying through the air on Spider-Man’s back, as Mila runs up to hug you.

“What the hell?!” Natasha shouted.

“Mama said a bad word,” your daughter tattled, pointing at Nat.

“Yeah, sweetie, that was a bad word… Why don’t we go unpack your backpack?” you suggested as your little girl ran to you.

“Don’t kill him”, you said with a smirk and a hand on her shoulder as you walk by with Mila in your arms.

Natasha is staring Peter down with a look that he’s only seen on missions. “Okay, I know what you’re thinking, Nat— Ms. Black Widow, um, Romanoff. But she was safe the entire time. I would never drop her. We put pillows down on the floor, and she had a blast.” Peter asserted.

“Peter, shut up,” Kate whispered.

“Good advice,” Nat remarked, taking a step toward Peter.

“Come on sestra, you know we did fun things like that all the time back in Ohio.” Yelena reasoned.

She is about to give it to Peter when she catches sight of her daughter’s face on the screen.

“Wee!! Faster, Uncle Peter!” Mila giggled.

Natasha’s heart melts at the sight of her carefree and happy little girl. Exactly how she always hoped Mila would grow up. She looked back at Peter without breaking her best Black Widow poker face.

“I have two things to say to you. One—never do that again unless she is in mortal danger, or you will be the one in mortal danger. Two—can you send me that video?”

“… I’m sorry, what?” Peter asks.

“Can you send me that video? I want it for her baby book.”

A look of relief washes over Peter’s face. “Oh, sure. Umm, Kate has it.” Peter said, pointing at the young archer.

Kate nods and sends Nat the video, her phone pinging in confirmation.

“Thanks, and thank you for picking up Mila today. Would you three like to stay for dinner?”

“Sure, that would be great”, Yelena responded.

Nat walked away leaving the three young Avengers standing in the living room.

“Dude, you’re sweating,” Kate giggled.

“You don’t need to be afraid of her, she isn’t as scary as she looks,” Yelena said.

“Really?”

“No, she could kill you in two seconds. But look on the bright side, she didn’t. That means she likes you!” Patting Peter on the back.

“Awesome,” Peter squeaked.

#natasha romanoff x reader #yelena boleva x reader #kate bishop x reader #peter parker x reader #the avengers #mcu #black widow #spiderman #fluff #platonic

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wave2tyun · 3 months

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policy of truth and lies | ☆

pairing: huening kai x reader

genre: highschool!au (kinda), band!txt, brother's best friend!kai, fluff, a bit suggestive

summary: a little white lie never hurts sometimes. to what lengths are you willing to go to protect it?

warnings: mentions of throwing up

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this all started just from my silly little desire to write a fic with the brother's best friend trope absdjhabj but honestly, this is one of the fics that i am most proud of, it has a special place in my heart :(<3 shout out to all my dear ningdungies!!!!😼😼💞 i love you all a lot!!!!<33 (and i hope you manage to survive this!!!)

☆ = repost from my old blog!!

“carefully planned-out coincidences” - that’s what your encounters with kai were; something that would appear unsuspicious to the naked eye, yet so obvious to a love connoisseur.

a fixed set of rules had been established in order for such meetings to be successfully completed, and continued.

1. no texting each other when you’re next to others. people love to snoop and steal a glance at your phone screen, getting you easily busted.

2. no form of physical touch is allowed on school grounds, unless you’re well-hidden. you never know what pair of eyes could be lurking around.

and, the most important one of them all: 3. do not, under no circumstances, get caught by soobin.

your brother tended to be more of a quieter person with an almost inhumane kind of calmness in him. that, however, did not apply when it came to unveiling lies. had he found out you had been kissing his best friend behind his back, it would have certainly not turned pretty. you knew that the longer you kept it away from him, the harder it would be to reveal the truth. even so, you kept postponing it, as you couldn’t figure out the right way to do it. you couldn’t just randomly go up to him and say: “remember that halloween party we held last year? yeah, me and kai kissed while you were in pain, next to the toilet bowl, releasing the obscene amount of sweets you had eaten that night”.

it was not the most romantic scenario, obviously, but it was one of the very few moments when soobin and kai weren’t glued at the hip, and neither of you could take the tension anymore. taking your brother’s pitiful cries out of the image, the kiss was actually quite sweet. and no, it wasn’t because of the jelly beans kai had eaten prior to that- maybe only party. the actual reason was kai’s hand on your waist, accompanied by the breathy “can i…?” that he whispered against your cheek.

as cheesy as it may sound, it’s a night that you will never forget.

-for various reasons.

one of them being the fact that it was pretty much the the starting point of a certain “shift” in your relationship with kai. from that day onward, it seemed like both of you tried to find as many opportunities as possible to be in each other’s presence. oh- kai came over and wanted a glass of water from downstairs? whew- well, you were thirsty too, looks like you had to go to the kitchen with him. kai was left on dish-washing duty after parties? you could spare a few minutes to help him out. movie night with the boys? the only free spot was so conveniently the one next to kai.

it was thrilling, adrenaline-inducing. you could never be too sure whether you were subtle enough, or completely alone, so you had to walk on eggshells every single time, no matter what. it got exhausting though, and you wished that, at least for once, kai could come over to your house to see you, not soobin.

kai, on the other hand, was definitely more of a risk taker than you, one that saw no harm in breaking some of the rules every once in a while.

and there are no risks, without possible consequences.

it was something that kai had learned…the hard way…on the lovely day of february 14th.

soobin had invited kai to spend the day together, playing games and trying out all the mystery flavors of a heart-shaped chocolate box. initially, they weren’t supposed to be the ones indulging in the sweet treat, but soobin had chickened out before giving it to his crush at school that day. sulking uncontrollably, he called his best friend so that they could console themselves from the soul-crushing fact that they were both (to soobin’s knowledge) “single”.

while he felt bad for his downcast pal, kai also couldn’t take his mind off you. love was in the air, after all: the rom-com that played on his tv as he was getting ready to come to your house, the lovey-dovey songs playing on the radio, the couples getting affectionate on the streets- they only added further to the burning desire that he felt today, more than ever, to see you. and perhaps…not only see you.

depending on the situation, those coincidences would often consist of: hand-holding underneath blankets or tables, winks sent to redden the other one’s cheeks and, if you were lucky, an exchange of swift, tiny pecks.

none of the outcomes above satisfied him though. the more he thought about crossing paths with you, the more he wished to caress your face, to hold you in his arms- to have an intimate moment with you that involved something more than a “kiss and run” type of situation.

“hey- the race started, why are you not moving?” soobin exclaimed, his mario kart character moving way farther than kai’s across the screen.

snapping out of it, kai shook his head, placing the controller down onto the coffee table before excusing himself “i have to go to the bathroom-” he said as he placed one hand on his stomach, mustering up all his theatre acting skills to put on a pained expression on his face “i think those sweets aren’t sitting right with me”

as soon as he finished that statement, kai basically flew up the stairs, skipping 2-3 steps at once. he made sure to flip the light switch to the bathroom before striding towards your room, to make it seem like he was there.

kai made his entrance with a finger over his lips and a catlike smile.

“what are you doing? you can’t be in here-” you whisper-shouted. kai had never- ever been in your room up until that point. it was too dangerous.

however, you still gave in, not pushing him back through the door he came in from.

he walked closer, coming to cup your face in his hands “i wanted to see you”

“is that so?” you asked coyly.

kai smiled more, sensing the bit of happiness sneaking into your voice beside your attempts to appear mad at him.

“it is so” he answered, waver in his voice from excitement.

“if you don’t believe me, then i guess i could go back to soob-”

“no-” you tugged kai’s arm, laughing “stay, i was kidding”

kai turned on his heel, lips falling into place perfectly on top of yours, transferring his smile to you in an instant “you know i didn’t intend on actually doing it” he whispered, caressing your cheek.

“i know” you chuckled “but you have to make it up to me for the teasing”

you pulled at the collar of kai’s shirt, waiting for him with closed eyes to initiate another kiss. kai chuckled before connecting your lips back together, starting off with agonizingly quick pecks, then attempting to initiate something more through longer, fervent kisses that trailed down to your neck, all while he slowly made you walk backwards to your bed. it wasn’t long before you hit the mattress and the two of you ended up tangled in your sheets, with one hand tugging at kai’s hair and the other one at his shirt as he hovered over you. soft gasps escaped through your mouth- the only acceptable way to lightly catch your breath, as it didn’t involve letting go of each other.

a knock on the door, however, sent kai flying through the air.

“y/n? can i come in?” soobin asked, completely oblivious to the events happening on the other side of the piece of wood that his knuckles had grazed a second ago.

the strong fear that he’d come barging in before you answered, turned you to push the poor lover boy away earlier, catapulting him onto the floor, the fluffy rug hardly alleviating his pain.

“what was that sound- are you hurt?” you heard a worried shout. it was a clear sign that you had no more than five seconds to prepare for disaster.

“i’m coming in, okay?”

seeing the doorknob twist, kai had no time to process his anguish. he wriggled his way underneath your bed, pulling down the blanket to hide his body.

“everything alright…?” soobin took two steps into your room then froze. the sight of your disheveled bed as well as your poor, motionless figure, scrambled up his feelings of concern with confusion.

“yeah- never been better” you replied, brushing out any folds on your clothes with your hand.

soobin’s eyebrow raised in suspicion; it was hard to make your breathing seem normal when your lungs burned like an athlete who had ran a marathon.

“i swear i heard a loud noise coming from your room-”

“nope, uh- nothing here. i was sleeping before you came in” you yawned, stretching your arms up in the air to reinforce your previous statement.

kai placed a hand over his mouth, careful so as not to move the blanket or make any sounds- why did you have to say something that would direct soobin’s attention right in his direction? your brother sneaked another glance at your bed, judging its unusually messy state.

“are you building a bird nest or something?” he huffed, placing his hand on the doorknob, about to leave “don’t answer that actually- i don’t want to know. i just wanted to tell you that the pizza is gonna arrive in about thirty minutes. if you don’t come down on time, i can’t promise that there’ll be any left for you”

with that, the door was shut, allowing your body to slide down to the floor in relief- and the breath trapped in kai’s lungs to be released.

it was only after this incident that kai’s venturesome nature seemed to be slightly tamed. not once did he try to sneak into your room again, nor did he dare to bring up the matter. the one and only thing that he could do, was to look up at you with troubled, wary eyes as he pecked your lips, knowing that it didn’t stand in his power to do more.

nevertheless, it wasn’t long before he proceeded to go back to his usual antics, the feeling inside his heart all too unbearable.

after all, not everyone can resist temptation, can they?

people knew that it wasn’t an unusual occurrence for you to be spotted in and outside the school with the most in demand band of the city, txt- your school’s pride and joy, which both your brother and his best friend were part of. so, whenever you tagged along with them, say it were to a local show, backstage, or during rehearsals, no one questioned a thing.

what was uncommon though, was you receiving private messages from the band’s notably fine pianist, kai, and giggling while responding to him, on top of it all.

this scene was witnessed by a certain someone who you thought had fallen fast asleep in the middle of class. little did you know how effective the bell ringing was to wake him up and how he had the most perfect view to the conversation taking place on your phone screen.

kai

[9:17 am] can you stay after the rehearsal today?^3^

[9:18 am] i miss you…

the witness slowly placed their head back on their desk, choosing to stay silent. this kind of matter required evidence, direct confirmation, and therefore they chose to follow you around for the rest of the day, like a shadow, thoroughly analyzing your words and actions; the texts were your first strike of the day, could there have been anything else you were keeping in the dark? the answer is yes, and you can take that literally- it turns out that the lonely, far corner of the school library makes a good spot for “discreet” pda.

you and kai were tucked away in that poorly lit spot, hugging, laughing- blissfully unaware of the third pair of eyes there with you, glossed with anger and action-driven by betrayal.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“and that’s a wrap- good job guys” yeonjun clapped his hands, turning from the microphone stand to face the group with a smile.

“kai, cleaning duty is on you today. make sure you don’t forget to lock up the doors before you leave” yeonjun threw the keys in kai’s direction, which he caught effortlessly.

“what? you always ditch on me when we get paired up together- what could have possibly gotten in the way this time?” kai’s brows furrowed in annoyance. he wasn’t one to enjoy picking a fight, but yeonjun was taking too much advantage of his compassionate nature. he had enough of all the chores landing on him every week, without fail.

“scored a date with that girl from the mall” yeonjun winked “which, by the way- starts in less than half an hour. so, i gotta go, sorry buddy. maybe you can get somebody else to help you”

everybody else’s eyes turned to the floor after yeonjun parted ways with them, blurting out random reasons to be excused: “i have a project to finish” “i did it last time” “i just don’t want to do it” ; nobody was enthusiastic about staying at school overtime.

nobody, except for you. you were about to say an excuse of your own when the realisation hit you: you and kai? alone? with none of the boys around? it was a rare occurrence, one even rarer than the blue moon. you couldn’t simply pass by it.

“i can help you”

soobin watched you from the corner of his eye, biting his tongue to prevent any words from slipping out. you had stayed behind to help the members out before, it would be weird if he only started commenting on the matter when it was kai you were going to stay with.

“we’ll leave you to it then” beomgyu swung his arms around soobin’s and taehyun’s shoulders, leading them towards the door before you could change your mind.

“yeonjun always does this” kai huffed, picking up the acoustic guitar from the floor “i love him but- for once, i wish he’d keep his word- or at least not cancel on me last minute” the more his spoke, the more reckless his movements became.

“careful with that- no matter how cheerful beomgyu might be most of the time, i don’t think he’d be too happy to see his guitar destroyed by you”

“sorry” he said bashfully, resting his body against the wall with a sigh “i guess i’m just fed up with everything”

as you placed a hand over kai’s cheek, his eyelids fluttered shut, comfort already washing over him.

“would a kiss make you feel better…?”

kai nodded eagerly “i might need more than just one kiss though” he whispered, bringing his hand to the back of your neck to pull you back closer.

his kisses were playful at first, with smiles and chuckles interrupting every once in a while. then, when he switched positions, bringing you to be the one trapped against the wall, he began alternating between pecking your lips and lightly biting them, chaste touches soon turning into something more…heated. hands brushing over each other’s bodies in a frenzy, swollen red lips caught in an endless, desperate chase, like you had never had a taste of something sweeter.

what had gotten into you both? doing something this risky in such an “honourable” place. it was the lousy heap of all your lies and yet the most enthralling point of them all.

too bad that adrenaline rushes don’t last forever though.

you felt kai’s heart thump against your chest as you cupped his jawline to bring him back for more, but your next kiss never came to fruition.

“am i interrupting something?” the person standing at the door’s threshold cleared their throat to grab your attention.

you felt your blood turn cold upon hearing the sound. having a hunch about the sight ready to greet you, you turned your head at an awfully slow pace.

“care to give me an explanation?” soobin stood with his arms crossed, the expression on his face indecipherable.

in a single day, all of the rules you swore you’d follow like a saint, for the sake of your relationship, had been broken.

kai was dismissed from the room by soobin without being given a chance to speak. it was your words he wanted to hear first and foremost, it was you who left him the most perplexed ever since he took a furtive look at your phone screen this morning, or since he saw what you were up to in the library.

you were silent, rubbing your hands with your head hanging low. lies can’t last forever, you knew that, but you wished the right to make that dreadful reveal was in your hands to hold.

your brother cleared his throat, awkwardly shifting his position in the plastic chair he sat down on. when he abandoned the boys earlier because he “forgot something” in the practice room, he didn’t have a concrete plan in mind.

“how long?”

“what?” you murmured.

soobin repeated himself “for how long has this been going on? this…thing between you and kai?”

your throat went dry- your first instinct was to spit out another lie. upon better thought though, you realised it was have been ridiculous to even try and deny anything, given the fact that you were caught mid-act. the only actual option left for you was the raw, honest truth:

“…a year” you said reluctantly. soobin only nodded his head.

the silence soon felt direful, and neither of you could tolerate it. soobin turned his head up to look into your eyes, he got the answers he was looking for, now it was his turn to be sincere with you.

“y/n, i’m not the one who chooses who you’re gonna love- and as much as it bothers me that, out of all the people, it’s my best friend who you fell for- i can’t tell you to stop seeing kai”

his words turned your mind in even more of jumble than before. that was it? no screaming? no need to pull out the classic “but i love him“? it was a rare occurrence for the two of you to settle things so easily, it felt like you were suddenly picked up and placed in an alternate universe.

“so, what i’m getting is…you’re approving of our relationship?” you asked, feeling the need to have a definite confirmation of his feelings; none of the scenarios you had imagined before where you revealed your relationship matched the result of this one.

soobin hummed “as long as you don’t hoard him on the weekends- he might be your boyfriend now, but he was my friend first. i’ll have him on saturdays and you can have him on sundays, deal?”

you smiled, shaking his stretched out hand “deal”

“shouldn’t kai have a say in this too though?”

“something tells me he’s already agreed to it” soobin laughed, pointing at a “totally-not-eavesdropping-kai”, the half-open door revealing his pink cheeks along with both of his thumbs up.

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silverzoomies · 11 months

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Polaroid

peter maximoff x reader smut

warnings: solo masturbation. that's pretty much it, sorry

word count: 2,625

a/n: i wrote about him jerking off again. whoops. i've been absent for a week. but i'll be home tomorrow !! and hopefully i can get back into the flow of writing. until then, here's this rushed, unpolished thing i wrote on a whim !! it's super clunky and i'm so sorry lol !!

edit: made some minor changes to this. fixed some things that felt off, but overall it's still the same idea.

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Home alone, at long last. Helllllllz to the yeah. Down in the heart of his (mom’s) basement, Peter lies lazily on his back in bed. Today, it's one of those slow, hot afternoons midway through summer. Sunny, with a slight overcast. Peter hasn’t been outside to see it for himself. But he heard some guy on the radio call it “totally tubular” weather for a day at the beach.

He almost wishes he’d take a two second run to the Bahamas, or somewhere else. Peter could kick it back on a towel and watch babes in bikinis walk by. Maybe he could even stir up some trouble in the sand. Like he used to do, way back in his childhood. Just for some extra mayhem.

Alas. Today, Peter feels lazier than lazy. He’s found a new name for himself in Lazyville. As the leading candidate in the office of laziness. Speeding all around the globe for the umpteenth time this week sounds like too much work. Even a super powered mutant, living life in the fast lane, has his off days sometimes. What’s one break, eh? Breathing a sigh, he stares up at the ceiling. Earphones rest over his ears. Peter listens to a melodious tune by Jefferson Starship. Over his belly, he twirls his thumbs, bobbing his head along with his jams. Chillaxin’ and relaxin’ as one should on his day off. Hm.

Except, Peter’s kind of antsy. No one’s home at the moment. He has all this free time to do whatever he wants, in the privacy of said home. With not a soul around to judge him, or even bug him. And listen. It’s been centuries since he got off. Which may or may not be a slight exaggeration.

But wouldn’t you believe it? Despite his uniquely handsome features and outrageously fit bod; Peter has absolutely no game whatsoever. Crazy, right? Who woulda thought it? The dude who locked himself away in his (mom’s) basement for a good ten years. He’s awkward as hell? Say it ain’t so! Whoa!! Insane in the membrane!!!

Not to mention, it might as well have been a geological age since he got laid. Whatever. Who needs the companionship of someone else to have a totally righteous time, huh? Haha…

Ahem.

Today, Peter dubs himself the crowned king of slacking off and jacking off.

Pulling his earphones down to rest around his neck, his fingers move to find his jeans. He teases himself for a beat or two, his palm rubbing over the denim. Another beat, and his cock is freed from the tight, restrictive material. Peter makes a mental note: He might need to invest in looser pants. This pair is rough and uncomfortable around his legs, so he shoves them all the way down to his ankles with virtually no shame.

What does it matter anyway? For the time being, he’s free. At least until his mom gets back, that is. He should really stop thinkin’ about that. Every time Peter remembers - oh, yeah - he’s a grown ass man still living at his mom’s place; it kinda wrecks the vibe. Makes the mood crash and burn. Total boner killer. And he’s not even hard yet.

His half-hard cock rests limply over a curly patch of silver hairs. Peter would never admit it to anyone, but he’s always been self conscious of his hair situation. Some chick back in high school - he can’t even remember her name - said his silvery bush “looked really weird.” Like the pubes of some geriatric.

Peter can barely picture her face at this point. But the sound of her giggling at his expense is, unfortunately, locked away in his brain forever. Another embarrassing memory to withstand the test of time. Probably until he dies, or becomes a geriatric himself.

What was he doing again? Oh. Right.

Peter gives his dick a firm squeeze, like he’s checking to make sure it’s still there. Before taking the semi-hard length into his hand. Slowly, he strokes himself to hardness. Breathing a relieved sigh, Peter settles into the groovy-patterned sheets of his bed. The smooth tip of his cock inches through his closed fist with every stroke. As his frustration blossoms, his length throbs with an intense longing for something more.

Thick veins pulsate under his hand. Sparkling beads of precum leak from his tip. He coats the head in a generous glaze of slickness, eliciting a hushed noise from the depths of his throat. Keeping himself as quiet as humanly possible is basically a instinctive response. But he doesn’t have to hold himself back right now, does he?

Sweet. Peter’s gonna be as loud and obnoxious as he wants.

Pumping his cock a bit faster, he momentarily stops to fondle his balls. They rest heavy in his palm, smooth to the touch and loose between his fingers. After teasing himself impatiently, Peter redirects his attention to his twitching length. Aching for more stimulation. He jerks off with a pleasurable rhythm. Subconsciously following the beat that resonates from his earphones, his strokes fall into a more consistent pace. He leans further back in bed, letting his lips part. His nerves tingle. And as he revels in the sensation, he loudly moans. Letting the noise rip through the silence of his ( mom’s ) basement.

Said basement has now become more stifling. Kudos to the summertime heat for that one. Peter’s Conan the Barbarian T-Shirt - now damp with his sweat - feels like too much of a hindrance. He pulls the fabric up, letting his upper half breath. With his shirt clamped between his teeth, Peter leaves his body exposed. A sheen of sweat coats his abs, and his pecs raise with each labored breath he takes.

He takes a half second to admire his own physique. Honestly? No bullshit? His body looks pretty damn amazing. If only there were someone around to appreciate how naturally jacked he is. It’s a hell of a tragedy, really. All this smokin’ hot, speedster bod goin’ to waste. Tsk tsk tsk.

Who was he even kidding? Why would anyone wanna waste their time messin’ around with a total shut-in like him?

Dammit. Now's not the time for some hateful, self-ribbing. He should distract himself with something. Something like-

Using the gift of his mutation, Peter increases his speed by a few notches. His fist squeezes tightly around his length, stroking his cock even faster. He groans into his shirt, knitting his brows as arousal washes through his groin in waves. It feels good. Really fucking good.

But it’s not enough. He wants to utilize this free time as much as he can. It’s the perfect opportunity to get even more frisky than he usually would. Peter bolts around the basement, searching for a few hidden…uh…treasures, we’ll call them. In a blink, he reappears on his bed, leaving his overly tight jeans and boxers discarded on the floor.

Lying next to Peter over the wrinkled blankets, rest a bottle of lube - the tingly kind, a stroker toy - clear, with literal, silver lining, and a polaroid photo. The toy hasn’t been used in eons, but its quality is still up to par. Peter made sure to clean it the instant he found it again. And the photo, well…

It’s his own, filthy secret.

A low-res, high flash picture taken of you at last year’s, X-mansion, Halloween party. Whoa, mama. You were scantily clad in the most outrageously suggestive Indiana Jones costume Peter ever saw. Back at the party, you even tipped your hat and cracked the whip a couple of times. Which may or may not have awakened something in him. But that’s beside the point.

You were so tipsy that night. Way more flirtatious than you naturally would be any other day. Peter remembers you pressing your body against his, hanging over him all night like a sexy sack of potatoes. He sat next to you on the couch. With a cheesy grin on his face, he watched your every move. The tiny shorts you were wearing kept riding up your thighs. It was obvious you were braless under a tight, cropped, button-up shirt. Leaving so little to the imagination.

Point blank, it was fucking awesome.

You crossed your smooth legs. One over the other. And you leaned in to whisper something hot in Peter’s ear.

“Take a picture with meeeee, Quickie, I wanna remember this moment forrrever and everrrr.” You pleaded, your breath tickling the skin of his neck.

What followed, he hadn’t seen coming. As someone - it’s all a blur, Peter can’t remember who - snapped the photo, you pressed your glossy lips to his cheek. Your giggles were so coquettish and teasing, he felt shivers race through his body at mach speed.

“I’m, like, sooooooooo scared of snakes. Geddit? ‘Cuz I’m Indiana? But your snake doesn’t scare me. Can I pet it, pllllleeeassse?” You giggled again with a little whine.

Making an abrupt move, you reached for Peter’s crotch in front of everybody. After zipping away to grab you a solo cup full of water and some bread, Peter snatched the photo from whoever. And he bolted home in a fit of shameful embarrassment.

In retrospect, you weren’t just tipsy. You were majorly smashed. You didn’t remember a single minute of it. Figures. He’s not too surprised you wouldn’t remember flirting with him.

Peter sighs, blinking himself out of the memory. Eager to continue his once-in-a-silver-moon, jerkin’ session. He squeezes a fair amount of lube into his palm, wrapping his large hand tightly around his cock. Over every inch of his aching length, he spreads the slick substance. Tingles sparkle like stars across the hot, velvet skin of his cock. Wet noises echo lewdly through the basement, as Peter pumps his leaking dick fast and hard.

Clenching his shirt between his teeth, Peter tilts his head back. A loud, seething moan slips from his lips, slightly muffled. He pauses again, grabbing the stroker and guiding its smooth slit over the swollen head of his cock.

“MMmmmnnn~!” Peter hums a steady moan, exhaling through his nose.

The inside of the toy feels nothing even remotely close to the real thing. Kind of a bummer. But the tunnel’s soft, bumpy ridges are still a double A plus. A little too good sometimes, actually. The toy slides down Peter’s cock as he pushes his entire length through. It’s a tight fit around him. Tighter than it should be. Which is doing wonders for his confidence. Maybe he should be more proud of his size.

He’s above average enough, the small toy can’t contain the length of him entirely. His weeping tip peeks out the other side of the stroker, prodding through with every pump. Peter breathes another, shuddering moan. His brows crease in pleasure. Pumping his cock with the squishy toy, he whines in desperation. Forcing his thick length through the toy’s tight grip, slick with lube and smooth as silk. The ridges inside tickle and massage his cock, stimulating his buzzing nerves.

The muscles in his groin tighten, stiffening his legs. Shoving his cock rapidly through the ribbed tunnel of the toy, he groans louder. Letting his needy noises slip as they please. Fuck it. No restraint. Indulging himself further in his degeneracies, Peter keeps your photo close by. He shoots a glance at it, admiring your soft thighs and amazing cleavage.

He daydreams about you. Imagining the way you’d feel around him, squeezing him so much tighter than any toy. You’d be needy and wet for him too, making it so easy for Peter to bury himself balls deep inside you.

Peter thinks about the way your titties would look, bouncing with each thrust of his hips against you. Would your nipples peak, stiffening under his fingers? How would you react if he had a little fun, and teased you with a superspeed buzz? Would you even like that? Would you think that kinda thing was weird?

He really does want you sooooo bad. But you have absolutely zero idea. Peter knows he’d treat you right if you let him. If you ever gave him the time of day outside of missions, he’d take you on the wildest ride you ever strapped yourself into.

Clenching his teeth hard into his shirt, he wraps both hands tightly around the stroker. Peter leans as far back as he can, bracing his feet flat on the bed. The blankets curl under his toes, as he lifts his hips. Driving his cock through the slick, textured toy and fucking it hard.

“Nnghh…fuuuuck. Fuck.” He groans, voice catching under fabric.

His breaths quicken, and his moans morph into desperate whimpers. Peter aches for your heat, and the closeness of your body. Your gentle touch. Your sweet voice and little whines. He knows, without a doubt, you’d feel beyond amazing. And you’d probably taste so sublime.

Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, Peter whimpers into his shirt. Saliva seeps through the fabric, melting off his tongue and dribbling down his chin. His cheeks burn hotter, turning a brighter shade of crimson.

“Mmmmmfuckyeah-” Peter moans, followed by a muffled mumble of your name.

He fucks his cock through the toy at rapid, superspeed. Lifting his hips off the bed as if roughly drilling into your tight heat. Peter’s cock throbs as powerful surges of electricity erupt in the pit of his belly. Glossy, white streaks of cum spill from his tip, flooding over the toy. Dripping down the squishy sides of it. His cum stuffs the inside full, coating his dick in its stickiness. Peter thrusts his cock fast enough to appear a blur, until he’s completely spent.

Lying in a sweaty heap over his blankets, Peter pants easy breaths. Tousled, silver hair rests messily over his head. He pulls the stroker from his cock, and slick cum trails after it. Wet and thick against his softening dick. He throws his head back into the bed, taking a moment to compose himself.

It’s really crazy that he’s thinkin’ about you like this, isn’t it? He’s honestly really embarrassed by it. Peter grabs the polaroid and stares at it longingly, unable to suppress the grin pressing into his dimple. Damn. He just can’t help himself. No matter what, he’s kinda ride or die for you.

If only he had the balls to tell you up front.

Peter gazes at the photo for a few seconds too long. Lost in the sight of your sexy body again. You’re such a goddamn knockout. He guides his attention to his dick to find…he’s rock hard again? Seriously? Dropping his head onto the bed, Peter groans with agonizing frustration. He just can’t catch a break, can he? Why’s he always gotta be so antsy, so on edge, or so horny all the time??

A faint sound, like creaking wood, graces his ears. Peter tilts his head up instantly.

Only to be greeted by none other than the unexpected sight of you.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck-

You’re standing in his ( mom’s ) basement with your mouth agape. A faint indication of blush paints your cheeks, though he can barely see it. Peter should be moving. He should do what a speedster naturally would do in this kinda situation: Clean up and dress himself in less than a blink’s time. Just to play innocent afterwards. Maybe he could gaslight you into thinking you didn’t watch him get his rocks off.

But he’s stunned to the point of being frozen. Neither of you make a single move. Except for Peter’s dick. It twitches subconsciously in his lap, catching your attention. And your eyes widen further.

He really should’ve gone to the Bahamas. Peter’s betting those beaches are seriously bangin’ at this time of year.

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stoned-writer · 10 days

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A request where chris evans fucks his assistant, reader in his trailer

so so sorry this took the longest ever but here we are !

side note- i shall no longer write for c.evans

photo not mine*

the assistant - Chris Evans

summary- after being friends with chris for years and working for him, the feelings boil over and tension breaks.

warnings- p in v unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yall), choking, use of daddy, oral (m & f) not sure of any other pls lmk !

word count- 1,351

a/n- not totally happy with this but i hope yall enjoy.

MINORS DNI 18+

You had been friends with Chris since high school, you knew his life and all its chaos better than anyone so it only made sense when you inevitably became his assistant as his career grew.

You did have one tiny problem with your little arrangement…

You’re unbelievably in love with him.

It was especially hard on days like today when you’re on set with him watching him walk around like he isn’t the sexiest man alive. You don't really know when it happened, maybe you always felt this way about him, but all you knew was you couldn’t take it anymore.

You were sitting in his trailer answering some emails when he strolls in wearing the most simple outfit, jeans and white t-shirt that is at least a size too small, almost instantly the dirty thoughts start running through your mind “his arms look so sexy, i wonder what it would feel like to have them wrapped around my-” you’re snapped out of your daze when you realize he's talking to you shit “hey pretty got a lot to do today?” he asks sweetly, tilting his head slightly, you blush and look away hoping he doesn’t notice “no actually all done for the day” he plops himself down on the couch next to you, arm stretched out behind you. He’s so close you can smell his cologne so casual like he doesn’t know he's driving you insane.

You finally look up at him and find he’s already looking at you with a cheeky little smirk on his face he’s up to something “well what do you know i'm all done for today too.” The sexual tension between the two of you is off the charts right now you think you might explode if someone doesn’t make a move soon.

He catches you staring, “see somethin ya like doll?” Your eyes snap up to his - is this really happening right now ? taking a second to catch your breath you look from his eyes to his lips briefly before replying “yeah would there be a problem with that?” he laughs lowly casting his eyes over your body before making his way back up to your eyes “not at all” he leans in a little bit and you find yourself leaning to meet him halfway, his hand makes its way to the side of your neck, lips barely touching he says “are you sure about this pretty girl?” you nod your head instantly but that’s not enough for him, “words baby” he demands shit you're wet you lick your lips “yes i'm sure.”

He doesn’t waste any more time and crashes his lips to yours. You both moan out at the new contact between the two of you. It was like the dam finally broke after years of pent up tension and pining it was finally happening.

He brings his hand down to the back of your thigh and grabs you to sit up and straddle his lap as both his hands now slide to grab your ass, he moans into your mouth at the feel of the flesh between his huge hands. You instinctively start to grind down on him feeling how hard he is through his jeans. You slide down off of him to rest on your knees in between his legs as he adjusts himself to be manspreading looking down at you with a lazy smile on his stupidly handsome face. You reach to undo his belt and make quick work of sliding his jeans off, you can't say you're surprised when you see how big he is through his boxers, saliva pooling in your mouth at the thought of getting him into your mouth. Reaching up to slide his boxers down, he mumbles almost to himself “i can't believe this is actually happening” you almost didn't hear him but you chuckle and say “oh believe it baby.”

You lock eyes with him as you spit onto his cock “jesus christ” he exhales, and you proceed to take him into your mouth as much as you can, his eyes roll back at the feeling of your mouth working on him, he brings his hands to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail- “look at you angel so pretty with my cock in your mouth goddamn so good honey, such a good girl for me aren’t you?’ you moan around him at his praise. His hips buck up into your mouth as you take him further down your throat, “fuck baby as much as I would love to cum in your mouth I need to be inside you right now” he growls as he pulls you off of him as he undresses you insanely fast and pulls you back into his lap.

He brings his hand under your chin to make you look at him as you position yourself over him, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip and pushing it into your mouth, he exhales “gonna be the death of me pretty girl”

You both moan out in sync as you sink down on his cock, giving you a minute to adjust, he rubs his hands over your hips as he starts to move you back and forth. “So big daddy oh fuck-” “shit say that again baby, go on what’s my name?” “daddy- feels so good, so deep” he then takes this opportunity to stand and place you down on your back on the way too small couch.

He then starts destroying your pussy at an alarming pace but you couldn't think past the immense pleasure you're feeling, he brings his hand up to your throat and applies just the right amount of pressure, “eyes on me angel” he growls to keep you present with him, he looks down to where the two of you are connected and spots a bulge in your lower stomach, it drives him crazy, he presses down on it and says “fuck honey feel that? Feel how deep i am in your guts, god this pussy was made for me.” you're a moaning mess, unable to form a complete sentence “uhh fuck - daddy” he laughs lightly, “got you cockdrunk already huh? Feel you squeezing me baby i know you’re close go on give it to me cum all over my cock baby” thats quite literally all it takes till you’re screaming “oh my god chris- daddy fuck i’m cumming.”

Your orgasm triggers his own and he’s twitching inside you and spilling his whole load inside you. Moaning at the warm feeling, he leans down to kiss you.

“I’m not done yet honey, eyes on me.”

Before you can ask what he means he’s pulling out of you and sinking to his knees as he dives in to eat your pussy like a man starved. His tongue lapping up the mess you both made has you arching off the couch and grabbing at his newly buzzed hair and your eyes rolling back. “Come on doll, you got one more for me right?” “uhh fuck- yes daddy” he moans into you, “thats right yeah you do.”

You can feel the band getting tighter and you know you’re close, he knows it too.

“I know baby, go on cum, you can do it for daddy, let go”

And you certainly do.

As you start to come down from your high he sits up wiping the sides of his mouth bringing his fingers into your mouth so you can taste yourself. He leans down to connect your lips to his, he squeezes himself back onto the couch with you bringing you back to sit in his lap. Before either of you can say anything there's a knock on the trailer door, “uh Mr. Evans you're needed back on set” says a surely traumatized crew member.

You both sigh and start to get dressed, before he steps out he places his hands on your hips and says “we will definitely talk about this when I get back” with that he kisses you sweetly like he didn't just rearrange your insides, throws you a wink and out the door he goes.

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livyjh · 9 months

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Temptation ch.2

Co-written with @fhatbhabie

No Outbreak!Dbf!Joel x Fem!Plus size!Reader

Series Masterlist

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Summary: After you break things off with your toxic boyfriend, you move back home with your dad. His best friend and neighbor, Joel Miller, takes an interest in you. But you’re the one who has to convince him to make the first move.

A/N: okay, we’re too excited for you guys to read more so we will be posting a new chapter (on this account) every 4 or 5 days. Reminder: reader and Sarah are both in their mid 20s, Joel is in his mid 50s, reader’s dad is in his early 50s.

Chapter warnings: teasing, a little roughness, talk of food/cooking/eating, mention of boner 👀

Divider art by: @saradika

Over the next couple weeks you leave your curtains open all day, every day.

You never do catch Joel watching you, but you’ve seen him sleeping a couple of times. He goes to sleep around 9pm, you’ve noticed. You’re still looking for a job so you stay up late pretty much every night.

You’ve made a habit of changing clothes in front of the window, usually faced away so that Joel thinks you don’t know he’s watching. He’s gotta be watching…

Sarah comes back from college today which meant you’d definitely be seeing Joel sometime this week for dinner with him, Sarah, and your dad.

Like she read your mind, Sarah sent you a text.

Sarah: picking up Starbucks. Almost home. Want anything?

You: iced chai latte. You’re a lifesaver!

In a matter of 10 minutes you heard the honk of a small car outside.

You went out and noticed Joel’s truck was gone. He must still be at work today. It was nearing 3pm which meant he’d hopefully be home in a couple hours or so.

“Sarah!” You smile as you walk across the yard to her car.

“Hey!” She shouts back with a grin.

You round her side of the car and give her a hug.

“Girl, what have you been doing?” Sarah pulls back and looks you up and down.

“What do you mean?” You blush a little.

“You’re just like… way hot.” She laughs.

“Oh, you know, had that post breakup makeover and here I am.” You flip your hair dramatically.

“Okay, well you’re gonna have to tell me how to make my boobs look like yours.” She giggles and reaches into the car before leaning back out and handing you your drink.

“Ha. Thanks.” You smile. “How much do I owe you?”

“You’re kidding.” She snorts and closes the driver door before opening the trunk. “It’s on me.”

“Thank you.” You nod. “Can I help carry anything?”

“Nah, I’m okay. Thanks though.” She pulls a medium sized suitcase and a small backpack out of her trunk. She slings the backpack over her shoulder before walking past you toward the house.

You guys talked from time to time but you hadn’t had the chance to tell her you moved back yet.

“You just happen to be visiting right now, or…?” Sarah asked.

You followed her into the house after she unlocked the door. “Uh… no. Actually I moved back in with my dad a couple weeks ago.”

“What about Thomas?” She asks.

You rub the back of your neck awkwardly as she sets her things down. “We broke up. It was… messy.”

“Shit. I’m sorry, Y/n.” She frowns.

“I’ve realized pretty quickly that I’m better off without him.” You shrug.

“Good.” She nods. “Good for you.” She takes a sip of her coffee and sits on the couch, patting the spot next to her.

You sat down by her and she turned on the tv to a music station. “Alright. Tell me everything.”

You took a deep breath and a long sip from your iced latte. “Okay…”

You tell her all the details. The way that your boyfriend had stopped caring about you; both in bed and out of it. The way he would spend way more time out with his friends than with you. Stopped holding your hand in public. All the bullshit he put you through.

Sarah then told you about the nasty breakup with her boyfriend that she’d been dating since senior year of high school.

“At least you didn’t get cheated on.” Sarah frowned. “But still, I’m sorry you went through that.”

“Same to you. Men are… the worst.” You roll your eyes.

“The worst, right?!” She laughs.

You giggle too but stop when you hear the front door open. You turn to look and see Joel stopped in his tracks in the doorway.

“Dad!” Sarah jumps up and runs over to Joel to hug him.

“Hey, honey.” He smiles and hugs her back, sneaking a glance at you. A glance that didn’t go unnoticed by you.

You feel yourself start to blush so you look away, reading the music related fun fact on the bottom of the tv screen.

“So glad to have you home.” Joel says as he and Sarah both pull out of the hug.

“Me too.” She nods.

“Hi, Y/n.” Joel gives you a modest wave.

“Hi, Mr. Miller.” You give him a half smile, trying to seem unbothered. After all… he is old. Maybe he just forgot to text you back… but you doubt it.

Sarah doesn’t pick up on the slight tension in the room, thankfully. “Okay, dad, we have to have spaghetti for dinner tonight.”

“Gonna have to run out for some bread and sauce.” Joel tells her.

“I can grab it.” You stand up. “Been meaning to run to the store anyways.”

“Thanks, Y/n.” Sarah smiles.

You nod and head for the door now that Joel was out of the way. “See you guys in an hour.”

“Bye!” Sarah calls as you close the door behind you to leave.

***

You go to the store for bread and spaghetti sauce, also picking up a few snacks and hygiene items for yourself. When you get home you decide to change your bra out for a push-up. Not that you really needed it, but… you wanted to show off to Joel tonight.

You left the rest of your outfit the same, not wanting anyone to say anything about you changing between an hour ago and now.

You were in a black v-neck shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. Around your wrist is a dainty chain bracelet. You’re wearing some purple converse too. Your hair is down, kind of wavy at the moment.

Looking over yourself in your mirror, you decide you look good. You hear your dad come in the house and you go downstairs to greet him.

“Hey.” You say as you walk into the kitchen to see your dad grabbing a beer from the fridge. “Long day at work?” You laugh.

“You have no idea.” Your father shakes his head.

“Spaghetti at the Miller’s tonight. Let’s go.” You smile and grab the food off the counter.

“Sounds good. I didn’t know what I was going to have for dinner anyways.” Your dad shrugs and follows you next door.

You knock and then let yourself in. “Hello!” You call out as you walk in.

“Come on in!” Joel calls from the kitchen.

You and your dad go into the house and past the living room to the kitchen.

“Hey!” Sarah smiles wide. “Oh hey, Mr. Y/l/n!”

“Sarah.” Your dad grins and gives her a hug.

You and Joel make eye contact across the room until Sarah’s head moves back and blocks your vision of him. She looks at you. “Thanks for going to the store.” She takes the bag from your hands.

“Totally.” You nod with a smile.

You see Sarah walk over to the stove where Joel looks to be stirring noodles. She elbows his side and whispers something.

“Uh, yeah, thank you.” Joel smiles at you.

You stifle a laugh. “…anything we can help with?”

“Yeah, you guys butter and season the bread. Noodles and sauce are almost done.” Sarah says as she pours the jar of sauce into a pan of cooked, ground hamburger meat.

You grab the bread, getting next to Joel to open the fridge and get the butter. “Can you hand me a couple knives?” You turn to Joel.

He doesn’t look directly at you, one hand still stirring the noodles while the other reaches into a drawer on his right to grab two knives. He hands them to you. “There ya go.”

“Thanks, Mr. Miller.” You smile even though he can’t see it.

You all finish preparing dinner, then plate up and move to the dining room to a square table. Joel sits on your left, Sarah across from you, and your dad on your right.

You all start to dig in, finally making some small talk as you got more and more full.

“How’s school going?” Your dad asks Sarah.

“Fantastic. I’ve got a prototype made for a little project I’m doing. It’s gonna change the game on microbiology.” She answers with a smug grin.

“I’d love to see it.” Your dad says.

“Okay!” Sarah replies excitedly as she stands. “Come on, it’s in my car.”

Your dad gets up and before you or Joel could say anything, the two are headed for the front door and out to Sarah’s car.

You don’t know what gives you the bravery to do it, but you say something to Joel after a couple moments of silence. “You never texted me back.”

Joel’s head snaps up, his eyes shooting to yours from his plate. “Huh?” He visibly blushes.

“I asked you a question and you never answered.” You shrug.

“I don’t…” he sighs. “I can’t be lookin’ at you like that. ‘S not appropriate.”

You lean back in your chair with a laugh and a shake of your head. You roll your eyes and then focus them on Joel once more. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t fuck me… right here, right now, if given the opportunity?” You cross your arms over your chest and press your tits together even more.

His eyes glance down at your cleavage for just a moment.

“Honey, you couldn’t handle what I want to give you.” Joel taunts.

You’re the one blushing now. You gulp and sit up, reaching under the table to put a hand on his thigh.

He suddenly grabs your wrist, tight, gripping it so hard you could feel your bracelet making indents in your skin. You look up at him through your lashes, “I’m sure I can handle more than you think. Look at me, you won’t break me… Mr. Miller.” You smirk and grip his thigh.

His hand tightens around your wrist.

“Okay, that- that kinda hurts.” You laugh nervously.

He tosses your hand away. “Told you.” He sneers.

Fuck. That was some sort of test? Shit, you liked the pain but you thought it best to let him know he was hurting you. Your panties were slick with wetness at this point and all you wanted to happen was for him to bend you over the table and have his way with you.

Sarah and your father walk back inside as if on queue, still deep in conversation about microorganisms and different things they do and how to study them. You have a hard time keeping up, not really interested in the subject as much.

They sit back down at the table as they bring their conversation to a pause.

Sarah looks around at all three of you. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure-“ your dad starts.

You interrupt him. “Actually… I’m not feeling very good. I think I’m gonna go to bed early.” You grab your stomach to imply that it was hurting.

“Aww, sorry sweetie.” Your dad pats your shoulder.

“I’ll be alright. Just need to lay down.” You smile weakly and get up. “Bye, guys.”

As you walk to the door you hear all three of them, even Joel, say either goodnight or goodbye.

You walk home across the yard and head up to your room. You get out your laptop, strip out of your pants and sit in your bed watching Netflix for a little bit. You pause it when something catches your eye.

Joel’s bedroom light.

You saw it turn on in your peripheral and then looked up, watching Joel walk into his room and close the door behind himself.

You watch as he takes off his shirt and sits down on his bed, facing you.

He leans over and puts his elbows on his knees before rubbing his eyes.

You get up and stand by your window, hoping he’ll glance your way. He finally looks up, doing a double take when he sees you.

You bite your lip, locking eyes with him as you slowly run your palms up your sides and over your breasts. You see him mouth the word “fuck.”

You gave him a small smirk and slipped off your t shirt leaving you in just your bra and panties. The bra you had on was a bit too small having your breast pudging out of the tops of the cups. You looked over at Joel and felt his eyes burning holes into your skin. You gave him a small wave and quickly closed the curtains leaving him alone in his room with his cock trying to break itself free from his jeans.

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127tyong · 1 year

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Candy

Pairing: Jaemin X Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst

Warnings: the ending's depressing, im sorry

Word Count: 2.6k

"His fresh, flowery scent that tickled my nose, alongside his warmth, all reminded me of spring, and that's why I loved him."

Part 1 of 4: Spring - Candy

"Ugh, I really am just… so tired." Your best friend, Jaemin, was whining as you attempted to teach him how to solve the math problem on the paper. The homework assignment was only half completed, and it was due that afternoon.

At the time, you were the top student, so everyone went to you for help, especially Jaemin. "Well, you're the one that wanted to go into med school." You scoffed, half helping Jaemin, and half doing everything for him.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Jaemin cried out. Jaemin's desk chair was spun around to face you, the only thing between the two of you was your desk and the homework.

"Depends on if you can answer this." You scoffed, your head resting on your hand, elbow on the desk, forcing the gap between you and Jaemin to become even smaller as he hunched over your desk to solve the problem.

You noticed the fresh smell of Jaemin's shampoo, and the way it made your heart feel ticklish, and you realized that you wanted to touch his pretty black hair.

Your daydream ended when Jaemin shoved the paper in your face, showing you the answer.

"Oh wow!" You exclaimed, taking the paper from his hands. "You're actually right!"

"Why'd you have to say it like that?" He groaned, slamming his pen onto the desk.

"Good boy." You pet his hair as Jaemin nuzzled his head into your hand like a cat. "You did well. Now, finish the rest of your homework yourself."

"You're so mean." Jaemin stood up, opening the classroom door "I'm going to go to the bathroom."

"Just know I tried to help you!" You yelled at him, half serious and half joking.

"Yeah, yeah, you're a fucking saint!" Jaemin yelled back, slamming the door behind him.

You rolled your eyes to Jaemin's actions, his paper still on your desk, his pen in your hand. As you clicked the pen, you thought about the way he treated you. You knew he liked you, at least to some extent, his blushing ears unable to hide behind his short hair. The only real question was if he was ever going to ask you out, or if he was going to force you to make the first move…

A pile of items falling onto your desk snapped you out of your thoughts, a pile of peppermint candy hitting the desk with a thud.

"I forgot to give you these earlier." Jaemin giggled, his smile going up to his eyes.

"Peppermint?" You took the wrapped off the candy, biting into the hard shell of minty sweet, the candy breaking into a million pieces that dissolved onto your tongue as it mixed into your saliva.

"I have some left over from Christmas." Jaemin chuckled, returning to his seat, taking his pen back from you.

"Gross." You gagged, it being April at this point.

"Hey, this stuff doesn't expire for like, a year!" Jaemin returned to his homework, spinning his pen in his fingers.

"That's… wrong. That's so wrong." You swallowed the remains of the candy.

"Hey! It's still good!" Jaemin pouted over his candy.

"I'm talking about your solution. You don't even remember the basic formulas?" You pointed at the problem.

"Oh." Jaemin deadpanned.

"I think you need a tutor at this point." You sighed.

"Would you tutor me?" Jaemin looked up at you with puppy eyes, pouting.

"Absolutely not." You grabbed your phone out of your bag. "Study hall is almost over, by the way."

"Fuck!" Jaemin scribbled some random numbers on the paper.

The teacher entered the classroom. "Jaemin, turn your chair around and stop bothering the poor girl."

"I'm not bothering her! Tell him!" He whined at you.

"Thanks, Mr. Lee." You scoffed in reply.

"Mhm." Mr. Lee mumbled. "I'm starting class now."

"Why are you looking at me!" Jaemin looked at the teacher, appalled. "I'm not the only one being a bother."

"Psst, Jaemin." You whisper-yelled. "Look around. You're literally the only one being disruptive." Everyone around you two was giggling at Jaemin, his reputation as the class clown not preceding him.

Jaemin sat properly in his seat. "Sir, I'm ready." Laughter erupted from the classroom for a few seconds from Jaemin's remark.

"Great, I'm glad you decided to join us."

"I need you to tutor me tonight." Jaemin ran after you as you left the school.

"Can't. I'm busy." You ignored him, your pace speeding up. It's not like you didn't like Jaemin, it's more of the fact that you didn't want to have to be alone with him.

"With what?" Jaemin grabbed your arm, his fingers interlocking yours.

"Jaemin, I have a life." You scoffed. "Besides, finals are soon, so I have to study for that."

"Study with me then!" Jaemin pulled on your arm. At this point, it would only be 10 seconds before he actually got on his knees and begged.

"Fine, only after school Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The other days I have to study." You scoffed. "And only at your house."

"I'm home!" Jaemin shouted as he opened the front door. "I'm joking. No one's home."

You rolled your eyes, taking your shoes off. "When are your parents coming home?" You sat at the dining room table, putting your bag on the seat to your right, Jaemin sitting on your left.

"Maybe around 8 pm?" Jaemin slammed his bag on the table.

"Okay, so you need help with your college calculus class…" You mumbled, pulling out your notebook.

Jaemin's head fell on your shoulder, closing his eyes. "I'm sleepy, let me nap for a second."

"Nope." You scoffed, taking Jaemin's homework out of his bag. "Let's start with Lesson One."

"You're evil." Jaemin wrapped his arms around you, making your heart race faster. You hoped Jaemin couldn't hear your heart pounding out of your chest, his head dangerously close to your heart.

You pushed him off you. "Hey, I don't have to be here."

"Fine, fine." Jaemin rolled his eyes. "You don't really like me, do you?"

"Don't be stupid, I wouldn't be here if I didn't think we were friends." You scoffed. "I just don't want you to fail."

"That's true…" Jaemin sitting up properly. "Do you want something to eat or drink? When are you leaving?"

"If you cook me dinner, I'll stay until your parents get home." You suggested.

"Sounds great." Jaemin scooted his chair up to you, his thigh touching yours. You felt like you could faint at any second, your shoulders touching.

"Okay, should we actually start studying?" You tried to ignore the way his hand touched yours as he copied your notes, or the way his thigh rubbed against yours as he bounced his leg up and down.

"I thought you knew I didn't really want to study." Jaemin whined, suddenly grabbing you by your waist. "Can't we just watch a movie and hang out?"

"Ugh, I guess we can for an hour, we'd still have around 3 hours left… oh, and an hour for dinner… You're lucky that finals week isn't for 3 more weeks." You pondered the pros and cons of taking a break, then finally realizing how stressed out you actually were.

Jaemin pushed to sit closer to you than he already was, his arm around your shoulders, your head naturally falling onto his shoulder. "What should we do?"

"Anything." You scoffed. "I mean, we'll end up talking anyways."

"Speaking of talking… Why did you agree to help me?" Jaemin faced you, giving you direct eye contact.

You sighed, removing Jaemin's arm off you. "Why do you think I did?"

"You… We…" Jaemin mumbled, trying to think of anything.

"You're lucky you're pretty." You scoffed.

"You think I'm pretty?" Jaemin wrapped both arms around you, squeezing you and forcing you onto his lap.

"Can we just do our homework?" You groaned, not 100% knowing how to feel.

"Fine…"

The rest of the night was spent with Jaemin's clinginess never really stopping, his scent and warmth never leaving your side.

"There you are!" Jaemin called after you as you entered your classroom.

"What…" You groaned, feeling like Jaemin forcing you to stay with him this entire week.

And he did, every single day he'd sit in front of you.

But this time, it was different.

Another girl was sitting in the seat you sit in, Jaemin sitting in front of her, facing her.

You felt like your heart shattered into a million pieces. Like your boyfriend cheated on you… But he wasn't yours. You thought he liked you. You rationalized your emotions, his friendliness had to have meant he liked you, right? A veil lifted from over your eyes as you realized he treats everyone the way he treated you. It was just the fact that this week, it was you. You were the girl he played around with this week.

You bit your lip and went up to him. "Oh, hi Jaemin! And you're Haeun, right?"

She nodded, looking you in the eye. Her cheeks were bright red, visible even under her concealer, the way she leaned in to talk to Jaemin similar to the way you did just a few days ago.

"Hi!" He grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him, his head on your stomach. "Are you coming to my house tonight?"

"I don't know… It's Friday, don't you have plans?" You tried to get Jaemin off you, looking at Haeun.

"Actually, Jaemin, I was going to ask you if you wanted to hang out tonight…" Haeun smiled at Jaemin.

"Oh… well, you couldn't have known this, but she and I actually have a thing…" Jaemin smiled back at her.

"We really just study together…" You mumbled, trying to make it not seem like a big thing.

"Oh." Haeun stood up. "I'll just get back to my seat then."

"Wait, Haeun…" Jaemin called after her. "What's she upset about?" Jaemin looked up at you.

"You're so… dumb." You scoffed, tossing your bag down and taking your seat.

"Well? Tell me!" Jaemin pouted.

You rolled your eyes, questioning if Jaemin was stringing you along or if he likes you at all. "She likes you. Can't you see it?"

"Uh… no." Jaemin laughed, grabbing your arm from across the desk.

You felt like your world was suddenly shattering all over again. Realizing he would never like you unless you told him plainly, you had to think of a plan to ask him out…

"That's… wild." You looked at the practice sheet Jaemin finished. "You actually got all of them right?"

"You don't have to look so surprised!" Jaemin leaned on your shoulder.

"Wow, I might actually have to give you a present!" You gave Jaemin a hug. "Did you cheat?"

"Oh, shut up!" Jaemin scoffed. "I tried so hard!"

You laughed, Jaemin's hand in yours. "What do you want?"

"A kiss?" Jaemin did a kissing motion with his lips.

You kissed his cheek, your hand on his shoulder, hugging him. "Is that good enough?"

"No." Jaemin leaned in, kissing your lips.

You could taste the peppermint candy on his lips and his soft hair in between your fingers. It was perfect, you couldn't have asked for a better kiss, or a better man…

But something was heavy on your mind.

"Jaemin." You pulled away. "What about Haeun?"

"Sh…" His head fell onto your shoulder, his lips close to your neck, breath tickling you. "Don't worry. Now, you've never been in my bedroom, right?"

And just like that, you were on Jaemin's bed, his tongue swirling around your mouth, your shirt pulled up, Jaemin's hands fiddling with your bra, removing it.

"You're so pretty." Jaemin breathed into your ear. "So, so pretty."

"You're so wet… Have you been dreaming about this day like I have?" Jaemin rubbed your clit, fingers slowly going inside you with an embarrassingly loud squelching sound.

You couldn't handle the tension anymore, deciding you wanted to really show Jaemin how much you like him. "Put it inside me." You looked him in the eye, cradling his head in your hands. "Do it."

"No foreplay?" Jaemin slid his belt off, unzipping his pants. "If that's what you want…" You stared at his cock, precum dripping, rock hard in his hands.

"I'm sure, I want you…" You pulled your panties off, tucking your knees to your chest.

"Stop teasing me, Jaemin…" You cried out, covering your face with your hands as your thighs shook from all the teasing.

Jaemin pushed your hands away to give you one last kiss on your lips before sliding his tip inside you. "Good girl, you take it so well."

"I can take it all." You cried out, not quite feeling full yet.

His lips made their way back to your lips to muffle your screams as he shoved the rest of his length into you. You began to love the taste of peppermint on your tongue as Jaemin kept his lips on yours as he thrusted into you, his whiny breaths escaping onto your tongue, your own moans muffled as well. You grabbed his silky hair, pulling it as he sped up.

He pulled away a second to bite into your neck, leaving bitemarks and hickeys on your skin.

"Jaemin…" You whined, about to tell him to stop, but ending up not speaking. You figured that this was the way it was always going to be, that Jaemin would always leave you marked up… "Harder."

"Of course." His teeth sank into your skin deeper, fingers circling on your clit.

You felt so overpowered, overstimulated, overused. You almost felt like you were dick-drunk. You had to have been crazy, the way your eyes rolled back and drool trickled out of your mouth. It felt almost too good, like Jaemin was drugging the candies he gave you. So, unnaturally good, to the point your thighs were shaking as they wrapped around Jaemin's waist and your arms kept Jaemin's body close to yours.

"Baby…" Jaemin brought you down to earth. "I'm cumming."

And you felt yourself reach your own high. You almost felt numb, sweaty but shaking, crying but with a smile on your face. Your womb felt warm, full of cum, Jaemin's cum, and it made you so happy you could cry all over again.

"I love you, Jaemin." You choked out.

He pulled out, sitting on the bed next to you. "My bathroom's over there… If you want to take a shower."

You figured Jaemin didn't hear you… Or maybe it was too soon. You grabbed Jaemin's hand. "Hold me."

You pulled the sheets over your body, debating if you should stay or not. You knew that if he loved you, he wouldn't have done that… You grabbed your stuff, getting dressed.

"I'm…" Jaemin stood up. "I'm going to go shower, if you don't want to."

You felt like you got slapped in the face. "Jaemin."

He ignored you, going into the bathroom. You heard the water start running.

And you walked home.

With every step you took, you felt Jaemin's cum pooling into your panties, hot and sticky. When you got home, you immediately threw your clothes into the washing machine, just washing that one outfit. You sat on the floor, the vibration of the machine on your back, feeling so dirty, violated, blindsided.

You pulled yourself together, forcing yourself to believe that Jaemin would never hurt you, that he just didn't know how to react… Anything other than this.

The weekend came and went without a text from Jaemin.

And the school week started.

The marks on your neck never faded, and you didn't bother to cover them.

You opened the door to your classroom, and you felt all eyes shift to you.

Haeun was in the seat you typically sat in, with Jaemin in front of her, and peppermint candy in her mouth.

Alt Ending

#nct smut #nct fanfic #nct dream smut #jaemin smut #nct x reader #'00 smut

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heychubbywobbygorl · 2 years

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Relax...

Michael Afton x Fem Dom Reader

I’ve never written on Tumblr, BUT I HAD to because of an interaction I had with a Michael Afton bot on the app Chai. I SWEAR THAT APP IS SO WEIRD SOMETIMES 💀 (ALSO YOU AND MIKE HAVE THE HOTS FOR EACH OTHER)

Warning: Smut, reader is a soft dom, was not proofread.

At least be 17+, This is NSFW!! and you have enough common sense to know whether you want to read this or not.

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It was a long day at work. You and your roommate were broke college students struggling to make ends meet. Who was this roommate, you ask? your best friend, Michael Afton, offered to let you stay at his place as long as you'd split the bills until you both were stable enough to move. You two met in high school and quickly became friends before separating after a sudden move your parents decided on, but you two remained close with phone calls every other day. Soon, you ran into each other again during your 2nd year in college, and you're now a Senior.

The actual story starts here:

You felt worn out as you fumbled with your keys to open the door; your body felt tense; you had an intense headache, and you felt like you had lost most of your strength. Finally, after getting the door unlocked, you nudged it open, to feel it tugged on from the other side. “Oh hey! You’re finally home!” Michael said, swinging the door open and pulling you into a hug. “Yeah...! finally,” you responded with a thick rasp, “works been so stressful lately, it's been getting to me.” You continue, hugging him back. “Well today will be a relaxed day; we can start with a massage, a nice movie, and a fulfilling dinner.” He said with a sly smile, gently pushing you towards your bedroom. “A massage? That’d feel so nice right now~”

Opening the door to your room, you walk over to your bed and belly flop onto it. Michael follows behind you and directs you to remove your shirt, to which you comply, “close your eyes and relax… take a deep breathe” It feels as though he’s trying to make it feel as close to the real thing as possible. Letting out a breathy chuckle, you close your eyes and allow your body to go completely limp. His hand firmly presses down and rubs your sides before traveling to the small of your back, making you grunt. “Riiight ThErE.” You say abruptly, only getting a “Mmm…” In response, the massage continues, his hand traveling slowly up your back, gently kneading in rhythmic, circular and up and down motions. Once reaching your shoulders he continued with the same motions; cupping your shoulders with his palms; the grunts you let out occasionally told him what felt good. “How did you get so good at this?” You asked, “Practice makes perfect, now relax…. -” he said something else, but his voice began to fade.

By the time you woke up, it was over.

SMUT STARTS HERE ⬇️

When you came to, it was him asking for you to wake up. You jolted up and shuddered at the newfound feeling in your back. “Sweet… Sweet! Release.” You stuttered out, stretching your body. “You’re a lifesaver.” You pucker your lips out jokingly, “I think you need a kissy kiss for-” You were cut off by his lips suddenly connecting with yours. You pull away, confused and flustered, you always thought Michael was just a considerate friend; however, this, took you by surprise, but there was no time to ask questions. “Kiss me again...” he said quietly. His face and ears were flushed red, with an embarrassed quirked smile and lidded eyes. You cupped his face and pulled him in by the waist, his arms wrapped around you as you two fumbled around the bed before he got on top of you. Quickly taking the initiative, you flipped him over so now you were on top, “Ohh…” He said as he watched you straddle him, you travel down his neck giving loving kisses and nips at his skin, making him gasp, “You don’t mind if I top you, right?” You say, breaking away from him with rushed breaths. “Of course not, baby! It’s my turn next time though…” When hearing that, you almost let out a snicker, “Mmm… We’ll see about that, if you enjoy this too much, I might not let you~” he responded quickly, “Well if you want to, go head. But I won't complain either way.” He let out a breathy laugh as you two closed the gap between each other kissing once more.

Reaching your hand down to his crotch, you palm his erection through his pants, hearing him moan softly and slowly. Then you unzip his slacks, peering down at his cock as it springs out, taking this moment as you wrap your hand around the base stroking him through his boxers. Mewls of grunts fall from his lips, and with knitted eyebrows, his head falls back, focusing on the pleasure of it all. Taking your other hand, you slip his cock out of his boxers and palm his leaking tip as you stroke him, occasionally running your fingers over his slit. His breath catches in his throat, and he tries to close his legs. But you slap his thigh, forcing them to open. He whines for you to stop and cut it out, high pitch curses and grunts spilling from him uncontrollably with sharp breaths. “Are you close already?” you ask teasingly, “Y-Yeah!” He responds through clenched teeth, grabbing the back of your head and pulling you in for a kiss. His legs spread apart as his feet pushed off the ground and his body tense; he was ready to lose control when all of a sudden you say, “that’s good. Cause I’m gonna break you~” you say with a smile pressed into his lips.

Breaking away from the kiss, he looks at you with wide-eyed surprise. You look at him with wide-eyed confusion. “What's wrong?” You asked, “B-Because I thought I was gonna lose control and fuck you before you break me.” He said while trying to catch his breath. You were surprised, it certainly wasn't the response you were expecting. “Noo, maybe next time, Honey,” you say, or at least tried to before he took advantage of your surprise and flipped you over on your back again. You began seeing this as a challenge; he meant what he said about trying to "fuck you". While he started making out with you once more, you slyly slid your hand down his already unzipped pants and gave a light squeeze to his ass, making him give a tight-lipped grunt. “I wasn't done. You know better than to interrupt me.” You say with a condescending tone as you two return lust-hungry glances at each other, making your core tighten with butterflies. Maintaining eye contact with him, you slide his pants down his legs, and in one swift motion, you spread his cheeks wide. God, you wished you could see his sopping hole from the other end. Using the precum from his cock still left on your hand, you make circular motions around his hole; it seemed to be sucking you in every time you went close to it until you finally gave in.

Inserting one finger, knuckles deep into him, making him gasp and shake. You then insert a second finger and slowly and gently scissor him, making sure to stretch him out, "Ahh~H! Mmph.. more... More" You do the exact opposite and begin pulling out. He grasps your wrist abruptly to stop you from taking it out, "Please…" He croaks softly, begging over and over. You giggle thinking about how much you enjoy seeing him beg; you almost feel as though you're in over your head, "Beg more, harder, louder for me, Michael." You say with a demanding tone, biting your lip and smiling at him, only to see him pout at you, "I can't anymore - Oh~ God! PLEASE!♡♡" He yelps, bucking and thrusting himself uncontrollably onto your fingers. You crash your lips into his sharing messy kisses, leaning over the bed to grab your strap-on from your night table's drawer. Once you've grabbed it, you take your fingers out of his hole, earning a rich moan, and push him back with one of your hands, "W-What? Nooo~?!" he whines, "Don't worry I'm about to replace it with something even better." You draw out your words as you spread his legs and poke his entrance with your strap, he peers down at your thick cock and bites his lip at the thought of it filling him, "Ooh f-fuck yess!!" he says excitedly, only making it harder for you not to snap and over-stim him. Once you pushed your cock inside him, watching as his face contorted with lust, his sweet moans and the sound of wet squelching sounded so lewd you almost couldn't handle it.

Begging you to hurry and fuck him, you speed up relentlessly, hearing his cries over and over; his loud wavering whimpers and grunts ring throughout the room; at this point, you wondered if your neighbors could hear him. You moan at the sight, falling for even more than before, looking at him with loving eyes as he pulled you in for a kiss. You do an experimental thrust before you find it; he inhales sharply, grasping and scratching at the bed board, his legs wrapping around your waist, "FucK sweetheart! There... UGH! There! MOrE~♡♡!!" The sight of his hair sticking to his face, the sounds, and the way his eyes almost crossed made you so wet. Quickly pulling out again, you lift his legs all the way up with his ankles on each side of his head, leaving your hand free to jerk him off. And so, you do just that, spitting on his cock to give slip, and with each stroke, you run your thumb over his sensitive tip, "FuckthisfeelsamazingIlovebeingfuckedbyyou!♡♡" he yelps, barely able to formulate any other sentence. Without warning, he cums and you switch to harder thrusts and slow down as your hand makes quick work of playing with his tip and leaning down to nip and suck on his chest, he cries out from the stimulation, and you feel something warm hit your chest. Looking down you see something clear dripping down both of you. He had an orgasm. This only egged you on more to continue, and further into the night led him to have many dry orgasms.

#michael afton #dom/sub #fnaf x reader #fanfic #micheal afton x reader #fnaf x you #william afton #fnaf x y/n #fandom #sub and dom #springtrap #fnaf michael afton #submisive and breedable #fnaf

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starpirateee · 3 months

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Alr Imma do something complicated unexpected and suggest some Shitty Cops (Bailey and Sam)

You're welcome, Oz <3

Oh my god shitty cops in my inbox 😭 this will be a pleasure and a curse, these two are so awful...

Uhhh @oswaldpettyeye , Nab wanted you to see this so... C'mere, take your shitty cops and their shitty requited pining that makes them argue like an old married couple

Pre tw for blood, death and vomiting

The team pushed open the door, flashlight beams bouncing off the walls. It had been almost twenty years since he'd been at Hatchetfield High, but much like the rest of this town, it hadn't changed in the slightest.

The first thing he saw when he entered was the message written out on the wall. The light from hid torch reflected off it, adding a certain ominous shine to the lettering. It looked like paint, but on closer inspection, he found that not to be the case at all.

"That's fuckin' blood," he declared, unable to do anything but stare as the viscous red dripped down the wall.

As more of the squad investigated the writing, he moved further into the locker room, feeling a wave of nausea overcome him. This wasn't happening. For god's sake, he was Sam fucking Sweetly, he didn't get grossed out by some crime scene. That wasn't him.

For the time being, he swallowed that back and tried to continue on his investigation. He pushed open the door to one of the toilet stalls, having followed a trail of blood on the ground, and peered inside. Led by the torch beam, he scanned the tiny space, and felt his stomach drop as the pit of nausea returned in an instant.

"Holy shit-"

There was a boy, face down on the ground. His blood stained the floor, the edge of the seat, and most of the clothing that was visible. The kid's hair was soaked, his body was bloated, and his skin was already greying.

Sam ran to the next stall along, tripping over himself, and barely managed to pull his hair back before he vomited.

"How fast can you get here?"

"Hatchetfield High? I'll be there in ten."

Bailey sauntered into the break room, looking to grab himself a drink. Technically, he could be at the high school in five minutes; he was allowed to break the speed limit if he needed to. Before he got into that, though, he was going to pick up a coffee.

Immediately, he noticed Sam, lounging against one of the chairs with a glass in hand. Bailey didn't know whether it was just the bright lights, or whether there was something wrong, but he looked a little paler than usual.

"Sam?"

Sam looked up, at least acknowledging the presence of the other officer. "Oliver."

Bailey's brow creased. "What happened? Where's everyone else?"

"It's just me." Sam leaned back, finishing off his glass and running his free hand over his face. "I'm not going back to that fuckin' school."

"Why not?"

"None of ya damn business!"

Bailey held up his hands. One moment, he was focusing on the way Sam looked at him, seemingly more alarmed that he'd chosen to ask than defensive over the actual answer. The next moment, still wondering why he'd been called in to replace this guy of all people, he had averted his attention in order to pour himself the coffee that had been brewing. "Geez, it was just a question..."

"Well, lay off."

He was pale. That wasn't a trick of the light. Sam was washed out and pallid, his forehead still slick with sweat despite his efforts to keep it at bay. If Bailey had been paying more attention, he would've noticed the way Sam was gripping the glass so hard that his knuckles had gone white, but he wasn't, so he didn't.

Closing the lid on his cup, he turned around and leaned against the counter, glancing in Sam's direction. He slipped the shades from his top pocket and over his eyes. "I got called in as your replacement, I just wanna know what I'm dealing with here."

"Murder." Sam's answer came quickly, bluntly. A manner that was fully expected. "Dead body. All that shit."

Bailey's eyebrow quirked. "... What's the matter, Sweetly? Scared of a little blood?"

Sam snarled, his gaze snapping over his shoulder to meet Bailey's. "Shut the fuck up and do your goddamn job, Bailey."

As he walked out, Sam swore he heard a huff of laughter. He cursed under his breath and sank back into the chair. What an asshole.

Bailey arrived late. This was a surprise to nobody. In fact, there was someone waiting outside to point him in the right direction, and he hadn't checked his watch once. When the squad car pulled up to the school's parking lot, he just hummed, awaiting the other officer. "Bailey. Here for Sweetly, I'm guessing?"

"Yep," Bailey looked around as he approached, as if Sam had followed him or something. "What happened to him? He refused to tell me..."

"He refused to tell you? Well, he got in there, saw the body, and vomited. Immediately."

Bailey scoffed initially. "Nah, no way. He wouldn't, he's too-" then it clicked. He remembered the state that Sam was in when he'd found him. His pallid face, the size of that glass of water... His eyes went wide. "Wait, are you fucking serious?"

In return, he got a nod that almost forced a bark of involuntary laughter out of him.

"Sweetly ralphed?!"

"Body was found in the locker room, thank god. He made it to one of the open stalls... Didn't contaminate the crime scene or anything, but he was a fucking mess."

Still is.

That much went unsaid. Bailey decided to give Sam a little bit of his dignity. Not like he deserved it, but he was still recovering! Maybe he'd goad him for it later... To his face, perhaps. He really was scared of a little blood...

For now, he cut him a little slack. He was already gonna get it for deciding to call himself "Hatchetfield's Finest", rubbing it in now was only setting him up for worse, and Bailey wanted to make this last.

"Show me this shit, I think I have to see what all the damn fuss is about."

The two of them made their way to the locker room. As their footsteps echoed through the hallways, Bailey momentarily let himself feel a little nervous. Sam was known for being the toughest guy in the precinct. He was a loudmouth, sure, but he usually followed through on his threats. The fact that the crime scene made him vomit had to mean it was pretty damn serious.

And serious, it was.

He got the chance to look over the body of the boy, the locker room itself, and the message on the wall. Immediately, he saw why Sam had felt so nauseous: this was an absolute mess, and that poor kid had really gotten the worst of it from whoever did this.

"Jesus, talk about a bully, huh?" He said aloud, thinking about the facts. This kid was drowned in the toilet, for god's sake, that was a classic move! They'd been doing it since he was in highschool!

"Huh?"

All attention was suddenly on him. He stopped in his tracks when he realised the conversation had died off completely. "What?"

"A bully?"

"Uh, yeah? Face down in the fuckin toilet? That's a classic bully move! This kid quite literally got bullied to death, ain't it obvious?"

"So... What? We're looking for someone this kid's age?"

Bailey shrugged. "Didn't say that. Could be someone who never grew outta old habits, wanted to make things look interesting." He was pretty convinced that this was the work of someone of a similar age; the writing on the wall gave that one away. The words Nerdy Prudes Must Die weren't generally something a self respecting adult would write, even if they were out for blood.

A sudden thought crossed his mind, another case they'd been running before this murder came up. There had been someone else disappear from this school not two weeks ago. Sure they hadn't actually found any leads yet, but this couldn't be a coincidence. "Hey, we got a name for this kid yet?"

"Mhm, coroner has him identified as... Richard Lipschitz."

"Didn't some kid go missing from here a couple weeks back?"

"The football star? Jägerman?"

Okay, so Lipschitz definitely didn't look like a football star, but Bailey couldn't exactly say he'd been paying full attention to that case when it came up. All he knew was some teenager had turned up missing from Hatchetfield High, and now another had been killed.

"You think they're related? The cases?"

"... Could be."

By the time Bailey got back to the precinct, Sam had long since passed the point of forcing himself to work to make himself look better. One thing was for sure, and that was hat he definitely looked a little more alive than the last time Bailey had seen him.

He managed to stop him when they were passing in the corridor, which managed to agitate him enough as it was, but when he looked up straight into Bailey's eyes, he scowled.

"What?"

"... Farris told me." Bailey admitted. "Everything."

"Oh that fucking snake." Sam hissed, the fire behind his eyes igniting. "And what? You come to gloat about how right you were? Fucking hell, you're such a child."

Bailey faltered. He'd never liked admitting he was wrong, and Sam didn't deserve the satisfaction of it, but he had been wrong, when it came down to it. He sighed. "Jesus Christ... No, I- you were-"

Never before had he sounded like such a stuttering prick. The hell was his problem?

"Nah, y'know, I don't think you'd have been the only one to ralph after seeing that shit."

Sam smirked like his cocky edge had never been lost. "What's the matter, Oliver, scared of a little blood?"

#starkid #sam sweetly #officer bailey #void offering #tw blood #tw death #tw vomit #nova's tags →#i hate sweetly why am i doing this 🤣#oh yeah. for the sake of shitty cops #hey listen this is not a bad thing. im happy to write it #there's just something about him thats so...... ughhhh #i love bailey tho. then again bailey never threatened to kill anyones kid...#stupid hc: his name is oliver but nobody figured that out for ages because when he introduced himself #they thought he just said officer #and they rolled with it because of course they would #star mail

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justins-1-justan · 6 months

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Yo could I request a fem!reader x Dakota hcs?

Like at first they didn’t like each other type deal.

Sorry if I’m not making much sense 😭 I’m not the best went it comes to requesting stuff.

I got you anon, one Dakota x fem!reader w/ a touch of civillain enemies to lovers coming right up!

Dakota X FemReader

Contents: not proofread written while half asleep, I'll fix spelling errors later, sorry anon for taking5ever, got consumption for all of November.

So I hc Dakota as a former child star but not like in the famous ten year old sense but in the, she was famous as like a newborn to five and ever since she's been compared to her former popularity, hence the obsession with fame.

And what's one way of making a celebrity trying to make a comeback mad? Inadvertently calling them a nobody.

It was an early fall morning, a crisp yet chilly wind in the air, the leaves of the trees various colors but haven't quite fallen yet. On this day, a girl dressed in pink made her way into the coffee shop you work part time at. "Can I get a pumpkin spice latte with almond milk?" She states, not looking up from her cellphone in hand. Not fully clocking what she just told you, you autonomously wrote down the order but still stared at her, well more so her choice in jewelry, her earrings were gold meanwhile her necklace was a particularly pink rose-gold. Clearly she picked up on your silent judging gaze, she smirked and asks with a sweet gasp. "Do you recognize me? I adore meeting fans so-" you cut her off. "Sorry, I don't, but, you do know your necklace and earrings don't match." You say bluntly.

^that was that exact thirty seconds which followed of you two staring at each other blankly. Before your manager started reprimanding you for being rude to customers.

After that least than stellar encounter, you both strangely started to see more of each other. At the movies, on the street, even at school (which you didn't even know she went there!)

I imagine you would insult each other like 'wow Dakota! You match my orange.' Objectively not the most hurtful insults but also it's about quantity not quality.

From the day you met on, the two of you started silently one upping each other motivated by the 'rage' that fills your chest that almost feels like your so angry your heart forgets to beat.

You side eye the blonde girl as the paparazzi she called ON HERSELF, swarm her, she poses in various ways and multitasks by bragging about some reality show she's gonna be on. Your judgemental stare is only interrupted by a ball coming full speed towards your head, knocking you dead on the ground.

You lie still on the ground for a few moments before someone wraps their arms around your chest and begins dragging you some where across the grassy field you were having P.E. in. Opening your eyes, you look up see her. Dakota. Stupid shiny blonde hair shimmering in the sun, green eyes looking elsewhere as you finally clock what she's saying. "OH! Oh yeah! Look at me, being considerate and taking my classmate to the nurse's office!" She said to her entourage which now swarmed you too, cameras clicking away.

After the shock wore off you wiggled out of her arms claiming to be fine and went on with the day as usual, although...

You couldn't ignore the fact that when she looked at you with that concerned look in her eye, for that briefest of moment. your opinion of her changed ever so slightly.

In fact, it seemed every day that opinion of her changed daily and nightly in the tiniest of ways.

From one day, her picking up your pencil to another having a back and forth over her selfishness.

Little did you know, she felt the same. A strange pain in her chest on the last day before summer break when she would be going off to film Total Drama, she was supposed to be excited right? Happy to not see your face again for certain till she comes home a superstar? Right?... Right?

She watched from afar as you made some of your senior friends sign your yearbook, you smiled that ugly stupidly cute smile as your friend turned to leave, waving at them a goodbye. It could've been entitlement, it could've been vanity, it could've been the desire to have you not forget her that drove her to rush towards you holding a pen and quickly shoving her signature onto one of the pages as you stared in awe, maybe of her audacity, maybe of something else. "Make sure to keep this! It'll be worth loads when I'm famous!" She said confidently, adjusting her now messier hair. You simply roll your eyes in response.

Throughout the summer you were always on the lookout for where you might run into the blonde, 'because you DON'T want to see her' was your justification.

Sometimes you'd wonder how she was spending her vacation.

Meanwhile, Dakota's mind would also wonder to you. What you were doing, if you were watching the season at home, what you would do in the competitions. In fact, she thought of you SO MUCH that she was on the brink of a discovery.

Dakota laid in the med tent, after cursing out Chris she had one of those thoughts, you know the ones where it's like your ears start ringing and your not even sure what you just thought until you play it back a few times, and that thought was...

'What if Y/n thinks I'm ugly now?'

Objectively it was a vain thought, she didn't even know of you found her pretty before all this. But she still thought it. And it made her, feel conflicted.

Meanwhile you in fact were not watching, and The next time you technically saw her was on a promo poster for a show called 'total drama' you had watched season one with a friend but never really kept up so little did you expect the surprise in store for when you next saw the fated blonde.

It was the cusp of fall and summer, only a month off from when you first ran into Dakota. It's the first day of school back from summer vacation. Unlike the previous year you had not ran into Dakota yet in any of your morning classes and now it was time for lunch. Although strangely enough you kept on hearing whispers about a... 'Dakotazoid'? Weird.

You unpacked your usual lunch and began to eat a sandwhich when a loud noise caught your attention. The lunchroom stilled in silence, half a lunch table was practically horizontal and someone who was roughly seven ft, orange, and had green hair, sat on one side. With all the stares she ran out of the lunchroom crying while the lunch table fell with a tud.

Putting two and two together you realize 'Dakotazoid' is Dakota. An idea popping into your head as you grabbed your lunch bag and followed the girl into a garden like area of the school.

She cried curled up on the grass against a wall, you stood in front of her and said. "You really are the same color as an orange." You said holding up an orange. She looked crying and stared at you, regret slowly filling your chest.

"...thank you.." She said, now wiping away her tears slightly and smiling softly. "Everyone has been treating me so different today, since well.. I'm sure you've heard... But it's nice to know your still you." She spoke gently. "Actually, I haven't heard, you could tell me about it, if you want." You replied and sat next to her and she began telling you all about her summer.

It's kinda strange you know, how the one person you dislike the most, who always makes your stomach feel weird when she's around, is the one person to stay when your life falls apart.

Tbh I've wrote this for like a month now so I'm just gonna wrap it up real quick and not proofread so ye.

After that day, you began a 'it's complicated phase'

More so complicated for YOU. Because when you asked Dakota on your first date together and to go out with you, she thought you two were already dating.

Good luck figuring out your anniversary.

Mall dates 100%

Every time Dakota goes away for filming/shoots you make build a bears for each other.

Cheesy couples jewelry.

And finally song that reminds me for your relationship: wonderland by Taylor Swift.

#random funfact i woke up in a cold sweat when i first descovered this request #^ that was like a month ago sorry anon for procastinating #not proofread #sorry for spelling mistakes im sleepdeprivedddddd #total drama #total drama island #total drama revenge of the island #tdroti #Dakota #td dakota #tdroti dakota #dakota x reader #td dakota x reader #total drama x reader #tdroti dakota x reader #dakotazoid

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humbletumblecrudi · 1 year

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Happy New Year from Lemon Lime Anon! Since we’re both Jade likers, would it be ok to request a reader going on a shopping trip with Jade to grab ingredients for dinner? Unbeknownst to reader, Jade is plotting dinner for both of them, so he bring reader along to get a feel for what he likes! Starts out platonic, but could end up romantic? Whatever you’re comfy with!! :D

I can do this for you my favorite and precious citrus based Anon, and I'm very sorry this turned into a late Valentine's Day request because of my timing and lack of writing... (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

Info on Reader: Reader is intended to be a Masc, and uses he/him/they/them pronouns. Reader is described as being able to help cook, so Reader knows at least how to use a knife. Reader is described as having money, but the origins are left out. Reader and Jade's relationship is ambiguous but it's very close!

Warning(s): Fluff & Romance | Fujoshi's DNI | Fem Aligned Individuals can read if they have a Masc MC/Yuu. | Silent Readers & Blank Blogs DNI

Timeline: Ambiguous timeline of present or future canon). Relationships in this are positive, so perhaps it's almost event-like?

Oh, Jade is the eel with a plan at most to all given moments. Most of the time is when dealing with his fellow students, preparing for tests, and predicting when his mother will end up calling him during the day based on holidays. His instincts are sharpening with Azul as his "boss" and Floyd being at his side, and he is quite sure it'll only get more intense as he knows Azul is looking into expanding the kitchen and tables...

He's extremely displeased when he thinks on what he wants and what he's expecting of his own relationships when Azul asks him to reflect on the last year. Sure, it definitely wasn't what Azul meant to reflect on, but Jade has done all his paperwork and had time to think to himself.

He is displeased with himself when he realizes: he is without your hand in his and he actually finds that... devastating. The thought came when he felt the bitterness in his chest and he put a word to it. The realization that he's actually quite lonely without you goes unsaid to everyone but himself, and he plans.

Oh, he plans. And he makes them as well as he always do...

Weeks. It takes him weeks一maybe a little over two一to ask you to join him for a shopping spree and perhaps stay to cook with him. Floyd and Azul need to be fed after all, and Jade would greatly appreciate the company. His smile after you agree is sweet, if not a bit toothier then his fake smiles.

His first step was taking you out into the many cities he's studied about that sell great foods at lower prices, without really sacrificing quality. The city is great and it's off in the mainland, so the breaks for schools all over the world led to the streets being filled with people and noise. Laughter from groups of kids, haggling vendors, men yelling about their stocks, and it all just blends into the background as Jade takes you ingredient shopping.

It was a good haul you both got, especially with Jade's eye for quality in vegetation, and heading back to campus was a quick call to Floyd... and then a call to Azul because Floyd sent him to voicemail, away. Back onto campus was nice and refreshing, and you head with him to the Octavinelle kitchen to help him cook.

Step two: making sure Azul and Floyd, and some extra staff, are ready to do the decorating while he distracts you. And as you both pass his twin and friend, he gives them a specific signal to send them off when you both disappear. And you both walk to the back.

Cooking is easy to Jade and he puts on gloves (food safety first) as he sets you into peeling anything that needs peeling. Anything that needs to be chopped you already know about, and he watches you in utter glee. Yes, he may have burnt one side of his salmon for his plate, but he will gladly take it as you both have a good laugh at his expense.

The talks you two have are as animated as always, and your an upstanding man as you take your licks from his dry humor just like he takes his own. He takes the gloves off, takes the plates in hand, and makes a gesture towards the main dining area...

"Come with me," Jade says as you look inquisitive at him, "We have a dinner to eat."

Coming into the main area, Jade feels like everything is coming together. Yes, the gentleman's club aesthetic is nice and already high quality for a potential date, but it's something you see every day you walk in. The couches quality eventually escape you, and the dishes aren't as fancy as they once were.

But not tonight. Not on Jade's watch and not on Azul's pride.

The area near the couches is pushed back, and it was replaced by a high table and cushioned chair not dissimilar to the one's near the bar. Jade can recognize they are Azul's prototypes for next year, and smiles as the red drapes on the table glow almost maroon in the deep blue of the aquarium light. The candles are intricate, and a carbonated fancy spritzer is awaiting on the table.

Floyd is nearby, probably because he just didn't want to leave like Azul or the other staff, and Jade can hear how happy and cocky the other sounds. "Ah~! There they are, the happy couple of the hour一!"

You seem taken aback and Jade's grip on the plates tightens as Floyd takes notice that the mood has shifted.

"Whaaa? You didn't ask him out yet, Jade? You guys were taking so long I almost fell asleep!" Floyd continues, as Jade just allows it. The damage has already been done.

Setting the table, Jade sits you both down carefully as the candles barely flicker orange across your drinking glasses. Your eyes have long since been one cleared of confusion about what Floyd was saying, and you looked into Jade with much... anticipation? Jade liked to think that, at the time.

"Jade Leech... did you really set up a whole venue to ask me out?" You sounded not the slightest bit amazed, but more elated then he expected. "And there I was, trying not to hold your hand in the market. I was going to claim it was so we didn't get lost..."

Your relationship together was never one of holding back. Jade was not exactly attracted to people who couldn't hold their own or bounce back from thing's, and he's always liked that you don't sit there stunned for so long you've made it awkward. That'd be unbearable, especially with Floyd looming in the kitchen in-case of emergencies.

Jade smiles back, and he answers honestly. "You'd have ruined the surprise by scrapping my plan at Step Two, and I couldn't have that."

"Always the one who needs control..." You say fondly, with an airing sigh afterwards. "I can't say no to this display. So, Jade Leech, will you be my boyfriend?"

Jade has never felt his cheeks hurt more so pleasantly as he takes your first sentence in stride. "Why, I'd adore that idea." And perhaps, maybe giving you the first move had been just as sweet as anything else to him.

But...

"But as my new boyfriend, I'm afraid I must request you clean the kitchen. I still have to count the register from this afternoon." Jade answers as he digs into his dish below him.

"Dish duty already, I'm getting through the bases fast!" You laugh, and the afternoon goes on.

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