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neoballsucker · 3 months

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USE ME

Summary : you and your boyfriend always had a vanilla sex until one day he suggested trying something quite interesting

Pair : switch!sohee x switchfem!reader

Waring : sub!sohee,SMUT,pegging,nipple play,cum eating, mommy kink,protected sex,tiny fluff at the end,sohee is kinda a softie 🙊🙊

Word count : 1.3k

A/N : I'm still new into this if you found it unprofessional/cringe please ignore, thank you

You and your boyfriend were a lovely couple you two never really had that sub and dom dynamic it's not like your sex life was boring it was just vanilla you always made sure to stay gentle with each other you always discussed the things you wanted to try from seeing it on the internet reading about it it was really perfect and peaceful for both of you

“Oh um babe can I use your laptop for a while mine went off” you said rubbing the back of your head

“Sure baby it's over there” he points to you at the dinner table as you nod and goes to grab the laptop and goes sits in the place you were sitting at few minutes ago you unlock the laptop and all you see was one of the many porn sites and a video with the title ‘pegging him cause he was a bad boy’ you immediately turn off the laptop and clear your throat while his eyes were just glued to his phone screen

“Um take it I think I'll wait til my laptop charge” you said handing him the laptop

“Um why what happened?” He asked confusedly

“Nothing I'm just…not used to this laptop so I think I'll wait for my laptop to charge” you said nervously, he just rolls his eyes and looks at you annoyingly then his face suddenly changes

“oh well I think yeah you should actually use your laptop..” he laughs nervously

“See um I'm sorry you shouldn't have saw that…”

“It's okay sohee it's normal I guess…?” he sighs and kisses your lips softly and then let you go

You two never talked about it again after that and you two kept living cause life won't stop there

Until one day…you two were cuddling watching a movie together your legs tangled together

“Hey, can I talk to you about something?” He asked with a cute cocky smile on his face

“Yeah sure what's up baby?” You look at him with a raised eyebrow

“Um….can we try something listen we don't have to if you don't want it I'm just suggesting it…”

“Uhh yeah and it's?” You look at him curiously

“Well you know when you um saw that video on my laptop…well i was thinking about it for some time and it seemed interesting and i low-key wanna try it…and I would love to try it with you” he looks at you and smiles nervously rubbing the back of his head

You pressed your lips together. It was kinda surprising. Did he want you to Dom over him?

“Do you want me to like…Dom over you?” You asked him nervously

“Something like that, listen you can call Me names you can do anything you want can we just try it…one time please and who knows we might actually like it ?” he tried to sound convincing as possible , the room filled with nothing but silence for few minutes

“Alright…. you're sure you wanna try it though?” You ask him cupping his cheeks in your hands

“Yes I am…I'm sure I wanna try that and if It turned out badly it's all my fault” he looks at you excitedly

“Well fine then we can try it…but I don't think we have any to-”

“I'll order one right now !!” He cuts you excitedly

You smile at his excitement he was so precious you just wanted to protect him you wanted to give him everything he wanted so of course you would try anything he want

Days passed you almost forgot about it

“Babe our order came” he said running to you with the box in his hand

“Uhh what order I'm sorry?” You asked him curiously

“oh c'mon the toy came” he chuckles and rolls his eyes

“Open it then..” you tell him hesitantly

He unwraps it carefully and when he unwraps it , it was kinda…big

“Oh wow that's kinda…big don't you think so?”

“It's the perfect size I swear , it was worth the money“ he smiles as he looks at it

“So shall we start now?” He asks curiously

“Do you wanna try it now?” You ask him hesitantly

“Of course I do” he says pulling you into your shared room

He lays on the bed handing you the strap

As he takes off his pants off as you help him take them off he turns his face buried in the pillow his ass facing you as you slap it softly and chuckles, taking a deep breath and puts it near his entrance as you put it slowly you can feel his back arch and he grips on the pillow as you put the strap in his hole you can hear his muffled moans , you couldn't hear it clearly due to his face being buried in the pillow as you move slowly in and out as you try to be careful and gentle as long as you can

You can feel his head raises from the pillow slightly

“C-can you go faster please” he said with a shaky voice

“Are you sure sohee?”

“Y/m use me….use me like a toy please”

He begs and his pleas makes you melt and you start to moving slightly faster than before you can hear his moans filling the room

“F-fuck m-mommy that feels so good” you can feel his body getting slightly shaky as you keep thrusting in and out of him as he moans and cries out as he touches his hard dick trying to make himself cum

“Do you wanna cum..?” You ask with a soft tone

“Y-yes I do ,you keep going I'll try just…” you suddenly pull out of him and turns him around and your eyes land on his hard member leaking pre cum you leaned in and started sucking on him as he holds onto the bed sheets moaning loudly as he thrust his hips as you bob your head up and down in a slight slow motion

“F-faster mommy faster please” he begged with such a pathetic tone he sounded so weak as your head moves up and down even faster as he moans and cries out due to pleasure and over simulation he looked so pretty his eyes were teary his body was sweaty his moans were louder and sounded more pathetic by every second as he finally releases his seeds in your mouth you pull out his sensitive cock a d leans to capture his lips in a sloppy kiss making him taste himself

He starts removing your shirt and bra and cups your breast as his lips are wrapped around your nipples , you whimper softly as he keeps one of your nipples in his mouth as the other one being squeezed between his fingers , he pulls out your nipple out of his mouth

“Mommy can I fuck you…please?” He asks with glossy eyes , you nod and pull a condom from the drawer , he takes it wrapping it around his cock as you take off your shorts and panties

He started rubbing his tip against your entrance

“Oh stop teasing c'mon I'm already wet enough” you heard a soft chuckle as you feel him inside you already soft and gentle as usual

“Go faster sohee” you say softly as he starts thrusting his hips and moves in and out

The room filled with nothing but the sound of your and his moans as he thrust faster as you feel your juices released you roll your eyes as you feel his warm cum inside mixed with yours he lays in top of you panting shaking a little

Both of you tired and exhausted enough

“How about we go shower and watch movies afterwards” you say as he looks at you with his glossy eyes and nods with a weak smile on his face

#sohee #riize sohee #sohee smut #sohee scenarios #sohee imagines #sohee fic #sohee fluff #riize fics #riize fluff #riize smut #riize imagines #riize x reader #riize scenarios #🦒

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marmorafarms · 8 months

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Love You to Death (an SDJ fic)

Pairing: Nick Herrara x Cis female reader

Fandom: Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack

CW: cis female reader, cunnilingus, blow jobs, vaginal sex, fingering, condom use, use of the word cunt in a sexual sense

AN: Forgot to post this on here whoops! This is not SDV, but I wrote this out and wanted to share it! If you want to read it on ao3 you can find it here:

“Hello? What planet are you on right now?”

You blinked and turned your head, and realized your roommate was sitting next to you, apparently having tried to engage you in conversation.

“Oh um. I was just…don’t worry about it.”

Shaun rolled his eyes, a grin on his face. “I know that look. You’ve got romance on the brain.”

“What?” you squeaked out. “N-no! Nothing like that! I was thinking about…uhh…”

“Caught ya,” Shaun said with a wicked grin when you came up with nothing. “So there’s someone you’re interested in?”

“Not exactly,” you said, passing Shaun the popcorn. “This guy came into the shop and asked if I was single.”

“Oof,” Shaun said sympathetically. “Was he weird about it?”

“No, he actually was really shy and stumbled over his words,” you said thoughtfully. “I was kinda freaked out at first but I mean, all things considered he was pretty cool about it. I told him I wasn’t interested and he took it well.”

“Wait pause,” Shaun said, hand going still in the popcorn bowl. “You said you weren’t interested? And now you’re daydreaming about him?”

“Look, I wasn’t sure at the time!” you said defensively.

“Did he give you his number?” Shaun asked.

“No,” you said. “He probably would’ve if I hadn’t shot him down. He didn’t even say his name.”

“He should’ve just slid you his name and number on a napkin and smiled,” Shaun said, shaking his head. “Boy is not smooth.”

“He really wasn’t,” you said. You pulled your phone out as Shaun turned on the TV and began flipping through different movies. You scrolled through the many influencers you followed on your social media and sighed. Most of them were pretty vapid, and you weren’t even sure why you didn’t just unfollow them. You had some friends on there though, and saw that one of your friends had posted a new reel. Hmm.

You clicked on it and almost choked on your mouthful of popcorn. Shaun looked at you with a worried look on his face.

“You good?” he asked. You took a drink of your soda and handed Shaun your phone.

“Look at this reel,”

It was a picture of one of your friends with a wide smile on their face. They were standing by a man in a leather jacket who was grinning alongside them. The caption was: OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE I MET HIM!!!!

The caption was followed by a link to his social. Shaun stared at the reel, and then looked over at you with a shocked look on his face. “Is that the guy?” Shaun asked.

“Yeah!” you said, looking back at your phone.

“Are you telling me you shot down Nick Herrera?” he said, sounding like you had revealed that you had turned down Ryan Gosling.

“I…guess so?” you said. “Is he someone I should know?”

“Someone you should…wow you really are out of the loop aren’t you? He’s a major influencer! He does all sorts of shit. He vlogs, he streams games, he posts adorable pictures of his two Pomeranians…”

“He has dogs?” you asked, perking up.

“They’re adorable,” Shaun gushed. “Go check out his page!”

You shrugged and looked the guy up. You looked at his follower count and…

Holy hell.

Over half a million followers? What?

You scrolled through his pictures and stopped on one where he was posing on the beach. His shirt was off, revealing a chest tattoo of a rose, and a skull on his arm. It looked like a calevera you’d see on Day of the Dead. And were those nipple piercings? You gulped and heard Shaun chuckle from beside you.

“He’s also a professional dom and has some more spicy photos on a different site. You want the link?”

“Shaun!” you said, face beet red. “I…! I don’t…!”

“You don’t what?” Shaun teased.

“I turned this guy down, I’d feel weird looking at pictures like that of him,” you grumbled.

“You can say porn,” Shaun said, and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Fine. I don’t want to look at porn of him after I told him I wasn’t interested.”

“Well…you could send him a message and let him know you’ve changed your mind,” Shaun said. “Tell him his sexy body made you reconsider.”

You threw a pillow at your laughing friend and bit your lip. Would it be weird? Would he be mad? It might look like you found out he was popular and only wanted to go out with him because of that. But the temptation was strong. You took a deep breath and finally typed something out.

Hey! You probably don’t remember me, I’m from the yogurt shop on 4th St? I wanted to say that I know I said I didn’t want anything, but I thought if you were down for something casual that could be fun. If you want.

You hit send and instantly regretted it. The message sounded stupid. But maybe that was good? He would read it over and roll his eyes. You put your phone to the side and helped Shaun pick the movie. Nick wouldn’t respond. He’d probably be irritated that you were messaging him in the first place. It was fine.

Buzz buzz

Oh shit that was your phone.

You picked your phone up and gulped.

“He responded,” you said, throat dry.

“What’d he say?” Shaun asked.

“I’ll look at it after the movie,” you said as it began to start.

“Fuck the movie, tell me what he said!”

You glared at Shaun and sighed dramatically as you opened your phone and opened your messages.

That’d be cool.

“That’s it?” Shaun asked, looking scandalized. “Nothing else?”

“He’s just shy,” you said. “Maybe he’ll say something else.”

You turned to the movie, and the two of you got sucked into it. When

it finally ended, you checked your phone and saw that he still hadn’t messaged anything else.

“I think you’re gonna have to say something,” Shaun said, and you sighed. Man. You had hoped Nick would do the whole “asking out” portion of this conversation.

When are you free next? There’s a korean bbq place I’ve been wanting to try if you’d be into that?

Twenty minutes passed. Did he go to bed early or something? It was only when you started getting ready to go to sleep that your phone buzzed again.

Is it the one on Hawthorne? Love that place. I’m free tomorrow, but it’s cool if that’s too soon.

Tomorrow?! Well. You didn’t have work tomorrow and it’d be nice to do something other than just sit on your laptop scrolling through social media and wondering if there was anything else to do on the internet. The two of you agreed on a time, and you went to bed with a fluttering heart. Wow. This was really happening.

The next day seemed to drag on as you waited for it to be time for your date. Shaun had encouraged you to wear your special lacy lingerie set under your sundress, just in case.

“I’m not going to sleep with him!” you had said.

“Doesn’t hurt to be prepared!” Shaun said in a singsong voice. After some thought you decided he was right. You hadn’t even gotten to wear this set yet because you bought it as a surprise for your at the time boyfriend for his next visit. Someone might as well see it. And maybe it would be Nick. Maybe.

You entered the restaurant a few minutes early and found that Nick was already there. Wow. You wondered if he was just as nervous as you were. He looked up when he heard the door open, and you could tell right away that he was in fact even more nervous than you were.

“H-hey,” he said, a soft smile on his face.

“Hey,” you said back. “It’s nice to see you!”

“Yeah, it’s nice to see you too.” Nick said. “Um, we can seat ourselves so…do you want a booth or a regular table?”

“Booth,” you said.

The two of you sat down and you were surprised that the conversation flowed easily. You ordered, and the two of you had fun cooking the meat that was brought out. You knew you had a stupid grin on your face as you placed your meat on the grill that was built into the table.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Nick said.

“Well, this is fun and the company is excellent,” you said looking up and giving Nick a coy smile. He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, a small smile on his face.

“I…thanks,” he said shyly. “You’re a lot of fun.”

He looked so cute sitting there, cheeks dusted pink. Your mind wandered back to that beach picture of him, and you took a breath.

“I could show you how much fun I can be after dinner,” you said, faking confidence. He was cute, you were wearing fancy lingerie and you wanted to see those piercings in person.

Nick choked on his drink, and looked at you, surprise on his face.

“I mean, unless you don’t want to,” you said, suddenly nervous.

“No I do,” Nick said. “Actually, I kinda want to pay and head out now,” he said with a chuckle.

The rest of your dinner flew by, and soon you found yourself in Nick’s car. A nervous silence filled the air as you drove to his place. This wasn’t something you usually did. Going to a guy’s house on the first date? Well, you had said this would be something casual. But still!

You arrived at his apartment and stood in the elevator with him, heart beating fast. Casually, you reached out and hooked a pinkie with his.

He looked down and then looked at you.

“You’re cute,” he said.

“No you,” you said.

The two of you practically ran out of the elevator and down the hall towards his apartment. He quickly flung the door open, and as soon as it closed, the two of you were all over each other.

The kisses were heated, full of passion and desire. He began kissing down your jaw, a hand reaching up and cupping one of your breasts.

You let out a small moan as his lips moved to your neck. You moved your head to the side, giving him more space to work with, more space to mark up.

“God you’re gorgeous,” he breathed, voice husky. “Your lips…fuck.”

“Want more,” you said, and moved your hand down, cupping his hard cock. He let out a soft moan as you began rubbing him through his pants. Before he could ask you to go to the bedroom, you sank to your knees, undoing the button on his jeans.

“Wait are you sure…? Here…?” he panted, looking down at you. The two of you locked eyes and you pulled his zipper down with your teeth. He visibly gulped. “I guess that answers that,” he said.

You pulled his pants down a bit and began kissing and licking at the tent in his boxers. It was only when he let out a tiny whine that you finally pulled them down. The head of his cock was a dusky pink and dripping wet. You smiled as you lapped at the head, licking up his salty pre cum. Nick swore, and you gently kissed his tip before taking him into your mouth.

“Ah fuck baby, yes,” he panted. You found his hand and gently guided it to your head. He threaded his fingers through your hair and gently began to help speed you up, moving your head slightly. You fully relaxed your jaw and put your hands on his hips. You gave them a light tap.

“Are you sure?” Nick gasped out, getting the message. You gave as much of a nod as was possible and felt his grip on your hair tighten. He thrust his hips forward, cock sliding all the way into your warm mouth. You let out a small hum, and he pounded faster, using you for his pleasure. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you were proud that you were able to fully take his length.

“Can I…? In your mouth…?” Nick asked. Again you gave a partial nod and he gave one in return. He thrusted a few more times before throwing his head back in ecstasy, slamming into your mouth and spilling down your throat. You did your best to swallow it all down. He tasted slightly sweet, and you found yourself wondering when you’d be able to taste him again.

You pulled off of him with a small pop and looked up at him. His chest was heaving and he was looking at you with such adoration in his eyes.

“Your turn mi reina,” he said, helping you to your feet. He pulled his pants up and then led you to his room. There were band posters everywhere, some you recognized, some you didn’t. The two of you fell into his bed, and he began kissing you again. You felt drunk off his lips, and when his tongue slid into your mouth you couldn’t help but moan low.

“Let’s get this off,” Nick said, tugging at your dress. When you pulled it over your head and tossed it to the ground, you noticed Nick staring.

“What?” you said bashfully.

“Were you planning on this?” Nick said playfully.

You laughed lightly. “On what?”

“On seducing me.” Nick said. “Or do you just wear this normally?”

Your lingerie was very nice. A silky green bustier with black lace, and panties to match. You grinned.

“I’ll never tell,” you said, and pulled him in for a few more kisses.

“May I?” Nick asked after a moment, reaching between your legs. You nodded and bit your lip as Nick began to palm you through your panties.

“I can feel a wet spot,” Nick said softly. “You like me touching you?”

“Mmhm,” you said and gasped as Nick slid his hand into your underwear, gently rubbing at your clit. You squirmed and panted as

Nick moved his fingers in a circular motion.

“You like that baby?” he said. All you could do was nod parting your legs further. Nick raised an eyebrow.

“You want something?” he asked, and slid a finger inside your dripping cunt. “I bet you want my cock don’t you? I’m not quite ready to go yet, but don’t worry beautiful. I’ll make you cum plenty before I finally get to be in you.” He thrust his fingers in and out, and you could feel yourself reaching your peak. His name was the only thing on your lips, and you repeated it over and over again like a mantra.

When you finally came it was with a loud cry, your back arching off the mattress. As you came down from your high, you noticed him sucking on his fingers.

“Mmm you taste so nice,” Nick purred. “Can I get another taste?”

Wordlessly you parted your legs and Nick settled in between them. He placed gentle kisses on your inner thighs before beginning to suck marks.

“Mine,” you heard him growl. You let out a pathetic whine at that, and it spurred him on. He spread your lips gently and began lapping at your clit. The overstimulation was intense, and you found yourself grinding your cunt into his face. You wanted more, needed more, needed to cum again!

Nick’s tongue dipped inside of you before returning to your clit. He slipped two fingers inside you, and slowly added a third. He had been big, that’s for sure, but was three fingers really necessary? Honestly, it didn’t matter. It felt so good, and you were numb to the world at this point. The only thing filling your mind was Nick. He was all you needed to think about, all you needed to focus on.

Your second orgasm hit you with a jolt, and you practically screamed as waves of pleasure washed over you.

“There you go,” Nick said, “Now you’re ready. And I am too. One second…”

You looked up and whined as Nick got off the bed. He made a tutting sound.

“No glove no love,” he said with a wink, pulling a condom out of his dresser drawer. He pulled his pants off, fully hard again. He slowly slid the condom on, clearly putting on a bit of a show. You couldn’t help but stare, desperate to feel him inside of you.

Nick got on top and pinned your hands to the bed as he slowly slid in.

“Fuck…that’s…wow you feel amazing,” Nick moaned, eyes practically crossed as he pushed all the way inside. He set a slow but steady pace, hoisting your hips up and pressing your legs back.

“Come on Nick…I know you want to go harder…” you moaned out.

There was a pause, and then Nick let out a dark laugh.

“I want it harder? I think you got things mixed up muñequita,” he said, stilling his hips. “I think you want it harder.” He began to pull out very slowly before suddenly slamming back in. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you anything you ask for.”

The smacking sound of skin on skin filled the air as he thrust deep inside you. You looked up at him and noticed he was starting at your tits, watching them bounce with every thrust.

“Like ‘em?” you asked.

“Love ‘em,” he said. “Love every fuckin’ part of you. You’re so goddamn gorgeous.”

This time you came at the same time, fireworks bursting before your eyes, legs shaking with the force of your third orgasm of the night.

The two of you slowly came down from your highs, and you could feel him going soft inside you.

“Damn,” you panted as he pulled out. “So glad I messaged you.”

Nick laughed loudly as he tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash. “You know, I’m good for other things too, not just sex.”

“Are you good for making me breakfast in the morning?” you asked, letting out a yawn.

“I’m not a bad chef,” he said with a grin, settling beside you and pulling you in for a hug. “Do waffles sound good?”

“Mmm yes,” you said. He gently kissed the tip of your nose, and the two of you cuddled close. You felt so safe and warm in his embrace. It felt so right. Maybe you wouldn’t keep things so casual after all.

#sdj #sunnydayjack #sdj fanfic #nick sdj #nick herrara #nick herraras #my writing #fanfic

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miss-nob0dy · 7 months

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LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS WITH MISSY!!!1!1!1!1!1!

this is about atsv and just the spiderverse in general cause I just love it sm BUT ANYWAYS!!!!!

has anyone ever realized just how like CREEPY the concept of the spiderverse is? like if I was in a room where it was different versions of me, who have lived different lives and made different decisions along with its consequences, I’d be freaking tf out 😭😭😭 especially when miguel brings up the canon event theory and how in the end spiderman looses SOMEONE. it’s like the spiderperson is bound to suffer no matter what they do just because they got bit by a spider.

also what got me thinking about this and how existential it is was when in the comics of the spiderverse (idk which it was but I kinda remember what happened) pavitr was talking to another spiderman about how they’re all different variations of one person and aren’t completely unique or original. he even thought he didn’t do enough as spiderman and just felt like he wasn’t achieving as much as the others. which leads me to my other point as to how overwhelming it can be to be a spiderperson. like not only is it kinda unnerving knowing that there’s another you somewhere in the universe and also along with the fact that ur made for suffering, but there’s different spidermen and women who have probably done more than you and it just leave you like “oh wow im pretty fucking bad at this lol!”

and then along with atsv, it’s even creepier when you think that maybe, before miles, there were other spiderpeople who were against Miguel’s canon event theory. his theory barely makes sense but it also does??? but how can you even begin to use logic on the multiverse, which (in the wise words of dr strange) “we know terrifyingly little of.” like ik that Miguel’s universe is way more advanced than the others, but again the universe is constantly changing and expanding, which can cause new ways and concepts that we probably won’t be able to figure out for years. and what ended up happening to those spiderpeople who were against him?

ALSOOOO let’s talk about Pavitr’s dimension because JESUS CHRIST???? ITS LITERALLY GETTING SUCKED IN BY A BLACK HOLE (LIKE HOW OETER WARNED IN THE FIRST MOVIE) AND NOBODY IS WORRIED??? ALSO UHH CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT IN HIS EARTH’S ALCHEMAX, THEY WERE BUILDING A FUCKING COLLIDERRRRRRR?!(&3@2@2 LIKE WHO AUTHORIZED THAT?? was it mfin KINGPIN or did scientists feel a little silly and decided to build a whole ass machine that can create a rip in the fabric of space. AND THE FACT THAT IT ALSO WORKED TOO BRO…. LIKE UHMMM???

and then what’s gonna happen to pavitrs dimension bro 🤨 because I’m sure we’ve all seen that one picture from one of the artists giving a whole visual set to how the spiderverse net thing works. dimensions aren’t completely gone, but rather disconnected…. so what about gabi’s too 😭😭 it literally said that it was just snapped off, and spiders can always weave their webs back together. in the image we also show how pavitr’s isn’t completely unattached, but holding on by a few threads. would they end up finding a way to fix it???

also I’ve had this unrealistic theory lmao where they travel back in time and the entire story just resets!!!! it’s silly but tbh since we know time traveling is possible since Hobie’s universe is based in the 70s? im pretty sure AND GWEN TIME TRAVELED A WEEK WHEN SHE FIRST WENT TO MILES DIMENSION BRO. like maybe the way to fix things is if the collider never happened, because that was the root of the entire problem, right? idk man but it’s just there’s so many possibilities and i cannot fucking wait 😭😭😭

#atsv #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #miles molares #spiderverse #miguel o'hara #late night thoughts #going insane #:3

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hollowsart · 1 year

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Here are my thoughts on all the Doc Ock, and for the most part their voices, mainly.

If there are any doc ock I missed who have talking parts that I missed, feel free to let me know and I will edit this accordingly after checking them out:

60s: Doc Ock sounds like such an old man. It looks 30s-40s at best but he sounds 70-80 dhdnfnrjd I love him tho. He's so stupid (affectionate)

70s: sounds like he could have been a character on Batman 66 tbh... and that would be a compliment.

80s: SO WHINY. Baby rage. Sounds almost like an old lady. Poor dude, puberty did you no justice. 😔

90s: ..ah. This is the German Otto. My man. Your outfit is so... yikes. And your poor hair. My guy.. My dude.. plz.

The Sinister Six, game: oh.. oh this voice gives me Humongous Entertainment Games vibes.. the visuals are absolutely absurd tho LOL

2004: Hi Mr.Molina, sir. Hi. Where's your shirt? Awfully drafty scuttling around like that.. with your whole chest out.. like that.. easier and breezier? I can respect that.

2000 game: I think he needs to clear his throat and maybe take a nap. Not too many German Doc Ock's. Fascinating.

Enter Electro: holy crud, Doc. Very gruff and a little gravelly. Dang.

Spiderman 2 game: I didn't know you did 1920s Detective Noir villain voices. Sounding a little more unhinged here.. you good, Alfred?

Friend or Foe: Have you considered going into voice work as the narrator for movie trailers? I think it would be a better occupation.

2008: MARSHMALLOW BABY MAN BELOVED. YES. KILL. VIOLENCE. YOU WERE NEVER WEAK 💕

Shattered Dimensions: Ma'am..? Have we not learned from the past?

Total Mayhem: Hm. I uh. I don't know what to say, really.

Edge Of Time: Oh. Oh someone save this poor guy. It's ok Otto, you will get out of this safely and be able to take a nice long and well deserved vacation (I hope?? Is this man okay?? Someone tell me he's alright, I worry--)

Lego Marvel Superheroes: wow. Just. Wow. Saturday morning cartoon guy.

Ultimate, and Lego: Hi Tom Kenny. Hi. The heck are you doing here, my good sir?

PS4: Oh hey gramps. Sick arms. Love the wicked glow and the glowy claw tips

Ultimate Alliance: Nice voice. Maybe.. tone down the anger? I feel you get a lot of headaches from all the rage.. need a vacation, buddy?

Marvel's Spidey: Oh gosh. Oh gosh no. Hi uhh.. Hi Robin from Teen Titans? I... I don't... I don't like this.

Marvel Superhero Adventures: Oh my gosh. ...Oh.. My gosh. His voice. I love it. It's so stupid. Like a dumb stereotypical nasally high pitched German mad scientist. My word. I need more.

Spiderverse: OLIVIA. HI. HI OLIVIA. HEY GIRL. HOW ARE YOU? LOOKING GOOD, MA'AM!

Spidey and his amazing friends: ...Girl what. #girl ???

No Way Home: HI ALFRED. HI. WELCOME BACK, SIR. Glad to see you warmed up with a sweater! Love it! Looks cozy! Gotta stay comfy and classy when committing crimes against your will and better judgement! Are those transition lenses? Awesome! Very convenient!

#ghostie mumbles #//long post #doc ock

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katsushika-division · 10 months

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ARB Birthday Special: Rintaro Himura

~~ July 16th ~~

“The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth.”

“Eh? What the hell are you here for? My…birthday? …Fuck it is today, isn't it?”

“To be honest, I don't care much about celebrating my birthday, but I guess thanks for reminding me.”

Voice Lines:

“I can't believe I forgot my birthday. *sighs* Whoop de fucking do. It's just another day. I don't see what the big deal is.”

“Let's see what people sent me today for my birthday. Death threats from people whose loved ones were my victims? Check. Fucked up love letters from rabid fangirls saying they want my children? Check. Honestly, I prefer the death threats over the love letters.”

“God, when was the last time I had a decent birthday anyway? I can't remember. I'm pretty sure it was at least before my bitch of an egg donor ran out.”

“No wait. The first birthday I had after Akari was born that…was pretty special. Akari was a couple of months old by then, and she was already trying to say more than that "goo goo gaga" shit. I guess she was just waiting for the right moment because on my birthday she said her first word. Rin-nii. I remember feeling so proud back then.”

“Eh? What the hell do you want, Old Man? Damn getting soft, aren't we? Well, aren't I fucking special? *smirks* Made it my mission to personally annoy you till the day you die, Old Man. Alright, alright, thanks for getting me something then.”

“Damn Old Man, this is actually pretty useful. God knows how many times I've crushed them. Eh? You’ve been smoking these motherfuckers for how long? So you can't tell me shit about smoking. Alright, you got yourself a deal, Old Man. A mistake I'm sure multiple fuckers regret. *pauses* Also…Akihisa…thanks for everything.”

“Goddamn it, Touya, it's just my birthday. You don't have to make a big deal out of it. Fuck…alright Touya, we can celebrate it. Just stop staring at me like that, you little shit. Do I even wanna know what you got me, Touya? *sighs* Alright, let me see it then. I swear if it's a knife from your collection.”

“Oh shit, this is actually really nice. At least it's something that actually suits my style. *sees pricetag* Uhh…Touya? How the hell did you afford this? *blinks* Oh gross! I did not need to know that you fucking sex fiend.”

“There you are, Akari. I haven't seen you at all today. Don’t tell me you’re trying to avoid your big brother. *pauses* Akari just…just having you back is the best gift I've ever received. Well, I'm kinda curious now. What did you get me?”

“This is a cool figure you got me Akari. *jumps* Oh fuck it just moved and…it's flying around now. *whistles* Holy shit you built this Akari? Wow…I'm stunned. I've never seen anything like it. Ouch! Motherfuck just shot fire at me?!? Huh? Well, that'll come in handy. Shit, I was never good with names but…how about Astaroth? He does, doesn't he? Well then let's get along Astaroth.”

Akihisa Lines:

“Rintaro, I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to give you something considering it's your birthday. *snorts* Hardly, but I suppose I'll make an exception just for you today. Have I ever told you how much of a little shit you are? You know you could be grateful that I even got you something, Brat.”

“I know how much you hate it when your cigarettes get crushed so I got you this case for them. Perhaps one day you’ll reach a point where you give up smoking those cancer sticks. I’ve been smoking longer than you've been alive, but I’ll make you a deal. You cut back on smoking, and I’ll do the same. Don’t want you dying too early. *sighs fondly* Seems like it was yesterday you were forced into my prison cell. *ruffles hair* Don't mention it, Rintaro.”

Touya Lines:

“Rin-chan~! Happy Birthday! Nuh-uh, birthdays are really special. That's what all those movies say. It's also your first birthday since we got out of prison. So we have to celebrate it! *pulls out puppy eyes* Yeah! I have so many things for us to do today. It's gonna be so much fun! Ah! I got you a present too! *giggles* Here!”

“I saw the jacket in the window of a store one day and thought it would be perfect for you. Hm? Oh, I just told the store owner I would [CENSORED] and [CENSORED] if he gave me a discount on the jacket. What? You asked!”

Bonus! Akari Lines:

“Rin-nii Happy Birthday. *nods* Ah, yes, that. It's your birthday and the first one we've been able to celebrate together in a long time. So I wanted to make sure your gift was perfect. You deserve something besides that Rin-nii. So here. I hope you like it.”

“Not quite Rin-nii. Watch this. Activate. *giggles* It's your very own dragonbot. It's just something I've been working on for a while. I was just waiting for the right moment to give it to you, and what's more perfect than today? Of course! Just in case you don't have your lighter in you. Oh, also, he doesn't like being called it. He's got feelings too, ya know? Now you just gotta name him! *smiles* He likes it! Promise you'll take good care of him, Rin-nii.”

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #katsushika division #death row block #rintaro himura #akihisa mashiro #touya kisaragi #akari himura #happy birthday rintaro 2023 #alternative rap battle #arb

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years

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Request by @generouspuppypuppy

BF!Joseph Quinn x GF!plus size reader/actress

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Warnings: body shaming, language, fluff and sexual implications

Not proof read and no word count

Summary: being a plus size actress is hard. But that heavens for Jamie and Joseph

🖤💚

It all started when you landed a role as Tracy Turnblad in Hairspray the musical on Broadway when you were 18. Ever since then, you were always cast as the chubby comedic relief. Sitcom after sitcom. Comedy after comedy movie. You grew tired of playing the same character. So when the chance came for a serious dramatic role you jumped at it.

It was a remake of the 1947 movie Possessed. With the roles reversed. With Joseph taking on the role of Joan Crawford. Yup that's right. Joseph fucking Quinn. It was a new role that he was interested in playing because it was a movie his mom loved. So he was excited about it. You were so nervous acting beside him. Like common, one of the most beautiful and well known men in the world of acting and modeling working with someone who was not at all as talented as him. Or so you thought.

You were actually really good. Being in musicals was your absolute favorite. You knew you could sing. And after so many breathing and vocal lessons you mainly auditioned for Broadway. However you were always rejected because of your figure. So finally giving up on being a star in New York you settled in LA.

...

It was the first table reading and you were there early. Being the only one in the room you started to sing 'Thank you for the music' from Mamma Mia! You made a cup of tea and grabbed an apple from the small refreshment table in the corner of the room.

"What would life be?

Without a song or a dance what are we?

So I say thank you for the music. For giving it to me

So I say thank you for the music. For giving it to me"

"WOW! Your voice is fantastic."

You jumped and spilled your tea all over the table. You quickly looked over your shoulder and looked back down trying to clean up the spill. Your eyes widen. Joseph Quinn just walked in and complemented your singing.

" Oh I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He said coming to you to help you clean.

" umm it's quite alright. I just thought I was alone."

" Well I'm still sorry. Here let me make you another. What was it that you were about to have?"

" T-tea"

" Right." He said grabbing a new cup and poured water in.

You felt faint so you decided to sit down at the front of the large table.

" milk or lemon?" He asked

"Uhh that would depend on the tea." You felt like such an idiot for not telling him which one you liked.

He chuckled at your quote of the DaVinci code movie. "Of course. I made you Earl grey."

" Then definitely lemon."

He came and set down the tea in front of you.

"Thank you." You said glancing at him. You just barely caught his smile.

" He pulled out the chair next to you to sit. " I'm Joe Quinn."

You finally turned your face to look at him. God he was so pretty. " Hi. I'm y/n l/n."

You looked away and smiled out of straight nervousness and shyness.

"Wait. I know you. Jamie and I saw you at Hollywood Pantages Theatre. You were Mrs. Lovett."

" Oh you saw that? What day?" You prayed to the gods that he wasn't there.

" uhh opening night."

FUCK!

"Uhh I just have to say. You played off that fall really well. Umm but the second one...it looked like it hurt."

OH MY GOD!

Your face felt hot and you suddenly felt nauseous.

" Are you okay?"

You cleared your throat and took a sip of the tea burning the shit out of your tongue. You leaned back in the chair too far and fell backwards.

" Oh shit! Are you alright?" Joe got up to help you to your feet.

"y-yeah. Just accident prone.... surprised I'm still alive to be honest. I uhh I have to pee."

Jesus Christ what the fuck?!

He chuckled.

" Sorry to over share. I'm just gonna go." You quickly left before he could say anything.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid. God you have to be the most awkward person alive." You said you yourself washing your hands.

Sure you've met other celebrities before. But you hadn't been pinning for them like you had for Joseph. Ever since you saw him attending LAMDA. You went there for a visit to check out schools for performing arts. You went to a play the school put on. Joseph's role was Petruccio, in Taming Of The Shrew. This was way before he was in TV shows. He did a lot of shorts around this time. So as you sat there watching the show. You couldn't help but crush on the beautiful boy with the brown eyes.

It's been years since then. Unfortunately you did forget about him. Well until you saw the movie Hoard. You were really good at recognizing faces but names, not so much. You had a weird thing about eyebrows. You could always remember certain people by their eyebrows. And Joseph was no different. But just to make sure. You googled the cast and when you saw his picture you knew. He was that tall scrawny guy from London. But not so scrawny anymore.

Once you collect yourself, you went back into the reading room and of course there were people now in there. You had hoped to have just another minute alone and tell him that you were looking forward to working with him. But your luck just ran out. And to top it all off, there was a pretty woman now sitting in your seat. You assumed it was the lady who was playing the part of the neighbor Joe's character was obsessed with. Because you didn't get that role. You got the role of playing Joe's wealthy wife instead. Which was awesome because at least you guys had a few good scenes together.

You recognize her from somewhere but couldn't put your finger on where. You met Joe's gaze as he mouthed an 'I'm sorry'. You gave him a quick smile and found a seat next to an older gentleman.

Last shift. She was in that.

You thought, finally figuring out what you saw that woman next to Joe was in. You looked around the room and didn't really recognize anyone except Tracey Walter. The man sitting next to you. He was to play the part of the psychiatrist. You knew him because your best friend loved Conan the Destroyer. And he was the comic relief in that.

You guys took a lunch break after a while. You normally went on diets before every role, to try to lose weight. But you always gave up. So in order to not eat so much you smoked. You tried not to do it so much cuz it could ruin your voice. But today was a day and you had 2. When you lit the second one Joe joined you.

"You're doing great in there." He nodded towards the building.

You gave him a small smile." Thank you. You're doing great as well."

"Hey so I like to get up super early and go over lines a few times before I try them in front of the camera. I was wondering if you would want to come to my trailer on Friday and go over our scene?"

" Yeah I do that too. The early bird gets the worm type of gal."

Gal?

" Great! I uhh-"

" Joe, come have lunch over here."

You both looked over to the tables next to the food truck. And that girl was there

" In a minute." He half shouted. " Sorry. I was just going to ask if you want to have lunch with us?"

" Umm no thank you. I'm all set." You said lifting you cigarette.

" Are you sure? I heard they have the best buffalo chicken Mac and cheese."

" Yeah no. Dairy makes me gassy." You said without actually thinking.

He laughed. " a'right."

Oh my fucking God!

" Umm yeah sorry. Again..foot in mouth" you said so embarrassed.

" Don be sorry. It's nice having someone say exactly what they are think." He grinned.

You blushed.

" Well if you change your mind. Just come over."

You nodded and watching him walk over to the costar who stole your seat. When he glanced back you looked away. God how could someone so pretty exist.

...

That Friday you were out of it. It was about 5 in the morning and you were standing outside of his trailer. You had chained smoked all the way there. You had brought some donuts and coffees. You didn't know if he liked coffee but you figured he might need one, being up so early. You saw a lights and some classical music playing.

Symphony no. 40 in G minor. You put the donuts and coffees down, because you had a sudden urge to dance. You started mimicking a conductor. With your hands rocking. But then your dancing turned into doing the Reebok. It was totally not the right way to dance to classical but it was fun. As you circled around you started doing the Cabbage patch.

But you stopped dead when you heard a laugh. You turned around towards the trailer and of course Joe was standing there. You didn't know what to say. You could have just die right there. But all of a sudden he climbed out and started to do the Bart Simpson. Which was totally off beat. You didn't care though. You both continued to dance, moving closer and closer together. When the song was over you both were left in a fit of giggles.

...

You and Joe became fast friends after that. He introduced you Jamie Campbell Bower about a month after filming started. You had been his fan since Camelot. For some odd reason, they always wanted to hang out with you. You weren't going to complain though. You only had one friend in LA and she had just passed away from a car accident. So it was nice to have people to hang out with. She would have loved these guys.

One night a few weeks later you, Joe, and Jamie were out for a drive. And you had control of the aux. So being a lover of music. You played one of your favorite song. You didn't know if they would like it or not. But whatever. It was happening. They were gonna listen to it whether they liked it or not.

As the song started, you could feel the guys giving you weird looks. You just beamed and started to sing As long as you love me by the Backstreet Boys. To your surprise Jamie's voice came out of nowhere. He was singing too. You guys both looked over to Joe and he was grinning. You were driving so you couldn't looked at him that long but you could nudge him. He laughed. Then he did it. He started singing the chorus. It was so fantastic. The three of you singing. You and Jamie singing the back up vocals when Joe took the lead. You could swear that was the moment you fell in love with Joe. How he was so into it. He was too cute for words.

After the song was over you pulled up to your destination. You were taking them to a spot up on a hill. You're friend had shown you when you first came to LA. It was a view of Rosemead and downtown. The small trek up the large hill was a bit harder than you remembered. But the guys did it without any problems. You had slipped and almost fell when Joe caught you. His large hands on your waist kept you from falling backwards. You guys stood there for a moment before you quickly apologized and kept going. His hands on you were definitely going to be apart of your dreams tonight.

Finally at the top all of you looked in aww. It was such a beautiful sight. The lights from the city looked like stars.

"Hey love, did I hear you were interested in audition for The Greatest Showman going on at The Music Center?"

You looked at Jamie. " Yeah. But Im not sure if I'll be good enough for the part."

" What?! Are you crazy? You are so good. It's insane." Joe said almost shouting.

You gave him a nervous smile and laugh.

"What song were you thinking of trying?"

You looked away from Jamie completely worried about the song you chose. Sure other people would pick the same so you thought if you sang it as best as you could then you would stand out.

" Never Enough."

" Really?" They guys said at the same time.

" Yup. It's a good one."

" Do it." Joe said wide eyed and all smiles

" Yeah come on love do it. And then we can give you a honest answer if you should do it or not."

" Guys...No."

" Common!" They said together.

" Guys."

" No no. This is happening." Jamie sat down on the ground and looked up at you.

You figured Joe noticed how nervous you were when he came and held your hand.

" It's ok babe. You are really good. Now show us how good." He kissed your cheek and went to sit next to Jamie.

Babe?

Great how were you suppose to do this now? Your face fell hot and you had butterflies in your stomach when he kissed you. You took a deep slow breath in and out.

" Okay can one of you play the instrumental. It helps me keep in time."

Jamie pulled out his phone and searched. You looked at Joe who had a big infectious smile. You looked down at the ground and bit your lip so he would catch you smiling too.

As soon as your heard the opening you cleared your throat. You took a few steps back from them because you didn't want to hurt their ears from the high notes. You sighed before begin.

"I'm trying to hold my breath

Let it stay this way

Can't let this moment end

You set off a dream in me

Getting louder now

Can you hear it echoing?

Take my hand

Will you share this with me?

'Cause darling, without you...

All the shine of a thousand spotlights

All the stars we steal from the night sky

Will never be enough

Never be enough

Towers of gold are still too little

These hands could hold the world but it'll

Never be enough

For me

Never, never

Never, for me

For me

Never enough

For me

All the shine of a thousand spotlights

All the stars we steal from the night sky

Will never be enough

Never be enough

Towers of gold are still too little

These hands could hold the world but it'll

Never be enough

For me

Never, never

Never, for me

For me

Never enough

Never, never

Never enough

Never, never

Never enough

For me

For meeeeeeeee

For me"

Your chest was heaving. You looked at the guys and their mouths were open in aww.

" Good?" You said softly.

They both jumped up and applauded whooping.

You smiled never taken your eyes off of Joe.

"Bravo babe. Bravo."

There it is again

You were so happy they liked it. After you dropped of Jamie home you were taking Joe back to his trailer on set. While you sat in the car he was praising you. Telling you that you should definitely go for the part. There was this moment where he looked like he wanted to kiss you. It was quiet for a minute before he asked something you never thought he would ask. He asked you out to dinner. You hesitated to answer only because you were trying not to freak out. But you said yes. Like how could you not?

Dinner was great. He was crazy shy to others but not with you. He was very timid at first but when got him out of his shell, he was outrageously silly and such a dork. The night ended with a kiss on the cheek. You had hoped it would have been more, but Joe was a very well mannered and respectable man. He kissed your knuckle before dropping you off at your studio apartment.

Many "dates" were like this. You guys had an amazing time together. But afterwards it always ended up with you alone in bed. However, things had changed when the scene where you and Joe got together in the movie. You guys had to share a passionate kiss with him. To be completely honest, you didn't want to kiss him. He had just finished a scene with the girl from before. And in that seen they went skinny dipping and had sex. Even though it was just an act. Seeing them kiss hurt. Besides you didn't want your first kiss with him to be on camera. Dread filled your mind as the seconds ticked away.

Joe found you in make up. He sat next to you holding your hand.

"Nervous?"

" Always." You sighed

He brought your hand up to his mouth kissing it gently.

" I'm sorry babe. I was really hoping we would have kissed before this."

You turned to look at him. The beauty tech got the hint. And she left you two alone. As soon as she was out of ear shot you spoke.

" You wanted to kiss me before?"

He looked away from you down to your hand. " yes" he said shyly.

Your heart pounding in your chest. You had sudden cotton mouth. You swallowed harshly.

" Kiss me."

His gaze found yours again. " Are you sure?"

" Umm well yes. We can just rehearsal it now. So it won't be so awkward when we shoot."

" Oh" he frowned.

Wait what?

"Joe. You wanted to rehearse this right?"

" Erm..."

" Oooh. I see. I'm sorry I -I didn't know. I thought were were just friends."

" Is that all you want to be?"

His question staggered you.

" If you don't want to be more. That's fine. I just thought we hit it off pretty well."

" umm no I'm just surprised that's all."

" What are you surprised about? Can't you tell that I like you."

" Uhh well I just thought you were being nice."

He scoffed.

" well I thought Juliana was more of your type. You guys seem to have the chemistry."

" I have more in common with a rock y/n"

You laughed.

" Seriously. She only cares about herself. She has the worst sense of humor. She only tells me things she thinks I want to hear. You on the other hand, are very beautiful, and funny as hell. You're never afraid to be genuine. Might I say that you are extremely talented as well. I like you a lot."

" I uhh don't know what to say."

" Do you like me too?"

You nodded biting your lip.

"Well that settles it. Your my girlfriend now." He smirked

" oh am I?"

" Yes. Absolutely!"

...

When the movie came out you were pummeled with hate comments. It seems that Joe's fans absolutely hate you. For what? Being a plus size love interest. But now that you two were dating it just got worse. There was so much body shaming, that you cried so much. When you were with Joe it was fine because you were never on your phone. But the moment you were alone you would read the stupid comments. Even though your fans were so kind, their love was hidden by the outrageous amount of hate.

You were half laying half sitting on your couch while Joe was in the kitchen in your apartment. He was making dinner for you and you were scrolling through Twitter. It was a good thing that he had his people keep up with all his social media or else he would have been furious.

Someone made a rude comment about how you should sit at a table instead of a booth once when you a Joe went to dinner. The waiter mumbled under his breath about how sorry he felt for the chair. You didn't hear it, but Joe did and he went off. You were able to calm him down enough to just leave. Now you guys either ordered take out or you guys would cook. But today Joe offered to cook because you had a long day at rehearsals for The Greatest Showman. You didn't get the part you wanted but at least you got one.

You sat there reading. Your heart broke at the words. These people didn't even know you. But yet acted like you were the devil. God forbid Joe find someone to be with that actually makes him happy. Instead of some damn super model.

Joe must have noticed how you were when he came and laid on you. His face buried into your neck. He blew raspberries into your skin tickling you. He lifted his head to give you kisses all over your face.

He had missed you so much. He was gone for a while working when he finally came back to LA to see his girl. The long distance relationship was hard for him. But he loved you. So he was planning to make this work. Whatever it took, he would do it.

Once he stopped being silly he kissed you properly. The moment you felt that he wanted sex you felt so uneasy about your body. Joe never made you feel like he didn't love it. But he had never seen you naked yet. You wanted him to. That's for sure. It's just that he was away a lot and you were work too. But this time there was no excuse to not to. He was here for a while and he was staying with you. Sure things got hot and heavy before but it never lead to the big O.

He knew something was wrong but he didn't know what. So he opted to kissing you the whole night.

He talked to Jamie about it the next day. Since you and Jamie lived in the same city, you guys became rather close. In a platonic type of way.

Joe went to visit him and asked what was wrong with you. He said that your were feeling insecure about your body. Joe didn't know why. You were an absolute dream to him. He wanted to talk about it with you but he was afraid of saying the wrong thing.

But Jamie had an idea all on his own. He had asked you to come over to do a boudoir photo shoot. You objected of course but he promised that you wouldn't be completely naked and that Joe would absolutely love them.

You agreed. So one day while Joe was out doing an interview that you knew would take hours, you went to Jamie's. Jamie had the photographer set up in one of his extra rooms. You got dressed or undressed into your skivvies. You went with red lingerie and a red silk robe because Joe said you looked good in red. You would have never done this type of thing in fear that it would get out. But you needed to feel sexy and you wanted Joe to think you were sexy.

The photographer and Jamie really made the shoot fun. You hadn't smiled that much since you and Joe were dancing that one time. The photoshoot took a good 2 hours because Jamie kept distracting you with all his terrible dad jokes. When it was over you went to change. You looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled.

" You are smart and kind. You are beautiful and sexy. And any guy would be lucky to have you."

You were looking for your phone in your coat pocket but it wasn't in there. You went out into the bedroom and searched everywhere for it with no luck. You walked out and that butthead Jamie had it.

" And sent" he said grinned.

Your heart sank. You knew Joe was going to get them. But not while his assistant had his phone. When he did anything for work he would give his phone to them. To answer any calls or messages. This was going to be a disaster.

You went home that night waiting for Joe. When he came in he seemed rather upset

"Joe?"

He didn't say anything. He just grabbed your hand and pulled you to the bed. He stripped off your clothes and laid you down.

"You know my assistant saw the photos."

" I'm so sorry I didn't -"

" I don't like the fact that he saw how gorgeous you are before me." He cut you off and started to undress.

" I-"

" Is this what you want?" He said while taking off his pants and boxer revealing his hard on.

" y-yes"

He grinned" God you're so fuck beautiful. You know that." He said before dipping down to kiss you.

You guys made love for the first time and it was mind blowing. Why you guys waited so long you didn't know? Well you did but still. He spooned you kissing your shoulder after.

" You know. You didn't have to send those. I don't need pictures like that to remind me how sexy you are....I'm gonna keep them though. For when I miss you."

You giggled. " They were more for me anyway."

" What? You need to be reminded that your hot?"

" Some times."

" Well I can do that for you." He said pulling you so that you were on your back. " I can do that right now if you want. And any time you need it."

You raised your brows at his offer. " mmm I would like that."

...

It was a week later when something terrible happened. You didn't know what happened since it was opening night. Joe and Jamie were in the front row waiting for the show to start when Jamie got a text.

" OH MY GOD...."

" What? What's is it mate?"

Jamie was freaking out. "Where's your phone?"

Joe checked his pockets pulling it out.

Jamie snatched it and looked it over.

" Unlock it please."

" Jamie seriously what the fuck?" He said trying to unlock his phone. " What the hell?"

He tried and tried but he couldn't open it.

"Joe. Someone hacked into your phone."

"How do you know that?"

"Well if you didn't send this, then someone did." Jamie said showing him the TMZ web page.

It was filled with your pictures. Joe eyes watered. He was so angry. He took the phone and scrolled through. The comments were beyond flattering. His anger dissipated. Though he was upset that now the whole world knew what you looked like under your clothes, he was happy to know that you were his. And he was going to make sure you would know how much he loved you.

The curtains opened and Joe saw you side stage with the biggest prettiest smile he had ever seen. You waved and he waved back. He leaned over to whisper to Jamie.

" I'm going to marry that girl"

...

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celesticaether · 4 months

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what pokemon school of rock would have

dewey would have either a lucario or a toxtricity cause he's super loyal and lucario would know he meant no harm and toxtricity I mean COME ON

(or a drampa)

patti gives off major roserade vibes, like the expression roserade has is just patti incarnate

ned would have something like a klefki or something like Larry, he's just like that... until the end of the musical, in which he obligatorily gets an obstagoon, I WILL not accept questions

now for the kids, we first have the main guitarist zack.

zack attack could have a bunch of pokemon, but ludicolo or something is just goofy and is also quite rhythmic

or he could get a pokemon like theivul due to him being arrested for stealing guitars which is kinda ironic when you think about it

katie says like 8 words total in the movie (count every word she says in the entire runtime) so she's probably got a hidden legendary or mythical so katie gets meloetta

(this IS about the musical versions of people, but katie BARELY gets any solo lines in the musical too, i think it's a total of around 3 and that's including SOLO song lines)

alright, I could phone it in and give freddy a rillaboom because are you kidding me they're both drummers-

BUT

freddy is a bit erratic isnt he? hes gotta have a fast pokemon and boltund is kinda boring so were going with manectric

alright, last but certainly not least, mr cool.

he's known to be socially awkward for at least part of the musical (at least i think he is, he says one of the reasons why he doesnt think he should be part of the band is because his only friend is tomika who doesnt speak) so i think a pokemon like slowbro would fit cause slowbro would remind him to calm down and NOT roast dewey (yeah he was told to do so but DAMN)

although maybe he'd want a pokemon like chatot to talk to

or maybe at the end of the musical he'd want a growlithe

summer hathaway would have a gardevoir because I said so also look at gardevoir and it's commanding aura and TELL me summer would not wanna help ralts become big and strong

haha, i know what you're gonna say, squawkabilly and stuff, but really, FURFROU. also, vivillon is so cool looking and it has so many designs so yeah

mason/mary would have an organised chaos pokemon, but since that doesn't exist they're getting the next best thing, porygon-2 due to me liking its design more

here's the big one, TOMIKA. now, there's a ton I could give, hell, I could even give chatot to her too, but there's a few I have in mind, mainly altaria due to it having a beautiful soprano voice. tomika isn't like HIGH high pitched but she's able to do that kinda pitch I believe (b/c of what dewey says in parents night, unless that's about marcy/shonelle, one sec)

(uhh its not in the script but I remember dewey saying something about I THINK tomika being able to hit a note that's real difficult to hit)

she gets primarina since she's the lead singer kinda (dewey also)

marcy and shonelle could likely have a duo, but there really aren't any duo pokemon besides non vocals related duos and I don't wanna do repeats so I'll be back

wigglytuff and skeledirge also wow there are more singing starters than you'd expect

the final one I'll do for now is rosalie, who would just have eevee, until dewey brought her back a bit, at which point it would become a jolteon in an ideal world but if jolteon has mood swings she'd want something like a pikachu or mareep

if it was pikachu it'd become the partner pikachu and be able to learn some real cool moves, and mareep is just so fluffy

OKAY IM DONE for now

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milkiane · 3 years

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three; rafe cameron

father figure masterlist

summary: for tommy’s third birthday, rafe brought the two of you to the obx’s flashing carnival.

warnings: fluff as always, gif credits to @whumpypepsigal ! <3

word count: 1232

a bright lovely day was brought to the outer banks on the morning of august 20th.

rafe has his arms wrapped around your body, legs tangled whilst you were in each other’s warm embrace. the soft snores escaping from your lips were fused with the songs that the birds were singing.

it was merely eight a.m. when tommy stirred up. he rubbed his eyes as he adjusted to the light. he let out a small yawn and his gaze fell upon the calendar on his wall, the date today encircled many times with doodles of balloons and a cake adorned on the small box.

he excitedly got up from his bed and hurried towards your bedroom where you and rafe were currently residing.

he twisted the door knob slowly and climbed on the bed, balancing himself as he prepared to wreak havoc on his parents’ peaceful sleep.

“wake up, wake up!” tommy yelled, bouncing up and down on the bed. “it’s my birthday!”

you groaned against your pillow, a yawn escaping from your lips as the boy continued to jump on the bed.

“what time is it, tommy?” rafe asked, his eyes still closed as sleep tried to catch up with him from the sudden disturbance.

tommy flopped down in between the both of you, tapping his chin in thought. “uhh, i don’t know. it’s my birthday though!”

you and rafe chuckled softly as you cupped your son’s cheeks in your hands. you peppered his face with light kisses, his giggles bringing music to your ears. “god, you’re growing up too fast.”

rafe smiled, opening his arms to bring him in a hug. he wrapped his arms around the boy as he laid on top of his chest. “happy birthday, bud.”

the rest of the day was spent at tommy’s favorite ice cream parlor. rafe rented it for a few hours, much to his father’s displeasure, but he’ll do anything to make tommy’s birthday perfect.

the pogues, sarah, topper, and kelce attended the small birthday party, putting the stupid rivalry aside to become one of the cool aunts and uncles for tommy.

they got along, somehow. even going as far as cosplaying superheroes and villains to amuse the birthday boy.

rose and wheezie dropped by, too. rose spoiled tommy the moment rafe told them all about you and him. she loves him, rightfully so.

you prepared a projector and the screen, and spent the rest of the afternoon watching luca, and a few more of tommy’s favorite movies whilst eating tubs of ice cream.

at the end of his party, the now three-year-old now had multitudes of presents. you had to come back again to gather the others since it didn’t fit in your car.

but the day isn’t over yet.

rafe planned something to make tommy’s birthday even more special.

the little boy was practically bouncing around with utter excitement, continuously asking, “are there yet?”

his eyes lit up as he caught sight of the bright flashing lights of the carnival. “wow,”

you and rafe exchanged grins as he parked the car near by the entrance.

you had to hold on tightly onto tommy’s hand because you’re pretty sure he’d run around if you let go. it was his first time being in a fair, and everything from the pretty lights to the creative displays amazed him.

“what d’you wanna do first, tommy?” rafe asked, crouching down to smile at him.

“uhm,” he hummed, his face scrunched up in though. he started to look around, everything was so exciting and he couldn’t choose. although one booth caught his eye, there were stacks of milk bottles on a stool, and huge stuffed bears were hanging on the displays. “that one!”

“alright.” rafe nodded, letting tommy climb on his back for a piggyback ride. “you ready?”

“yeah!” he exclaimed, holding onto rafe’s hair as your boyfriend ran towards the booth.

you let the smile tug on your lips as you trailed after them.

tommy was now on his tiptoes, holding onto the booth’s counter. he was watching rafe intently as he calculated his moves.

you propped tommy on your hip as rafe tried to knock down the milk bottles. you and tommy couldn’t stop giggling at his unsuccessful attempts, which just made him even more persistent on winning.

after six more sets of balls and eight dollars spent, rafe finally managed to knock them all down.

“and we finally have a winner!” the booth manager exclaimed, handing rafe, who adorned a triumphant grin, the three foot tall stuffed bear.

tommy cheered, sliding down your hip to jump up and down in delight. he immediately squeezed the life out of the teddy bear as soon as it was handed to him.

“i love him!” he squealed. “i’m gon’ name him coco!”

“welcome to the family, coco.”

you flopped down on one of the benches after walking around for a few hours, trying to catch a breath as your feet begged for a break.

“you having fun, tommy?” you asked the toddler, dabbing his face with a hand towel to wipe off his sweat.

“yup!” he grinned up at you. he turned around to ask rafe something when he noticed that he wasn’t there. “where’s rafey?”

tommy made a very firm decision that he would call rafe with two names. ‘rafey’ and ‘dad’, always switching between the two.

though he often calls him ‘dad’ whenever he needs something, or he’s done something wrong and he knows that he’ll let him get away with it. he knew that rafe could never resist him.

before you could even reply to him, rafe was already approaching the two of you, two cotton candies occupying his hands.

“is that a cloud?” tommy asked in amazement, making you and rafe laugh.

“no, baby, that’s a cotton candy.” you chuckled before ripping a chunk off and handing it to him. “here, give it a try.”

he hesitantly grabbed it from you and took a bite. his eyes lit up at the sweet melted taste of the candy. he grabbed the stick from you and devoured it as you and rafe shared one.

the three of you spent the rest of the night playing at game stands and trying every ride there was, and rafe settled with the fact that he and the spinning teacup ride were not friends.

from the food court, to the game stalls, and the fun rides, it was time to end the night with a spin on the ferris wheel.

“wow,” tommy mumbled, holding onto you and rafe’s hand for dear life as he gazed across the distance. the stars were especially bright tonight, reflecting across the view of the beach waves.

you smiled softly at him and looked over at rafe, who was already looking at you. you leaned a bit over at him, and pecked his lips, resting your head on his shoulder as the ferris wheel slowly spun.

you held rafe’s hand and coco on the other as you watched the people leave and pack away their stuff. tommy was already quiet and sleepy as rafe carried him.

“did you have fun, buddy?” rafe asked softly, rubbing tommy’s back comfortingly as you walked back to the car.

“yeah, this is the best day ever.” he mumbled, a soft smile gracing his lips despite his drowsiness. “thank you, mommy and daddy. i love you.”

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mrkcore · 3 years

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𝐄𝐏 𝟏: 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓 - 𝐥.𝐡𝐜

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lee donghyuck x fem!reader

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: college!au (cs - computer science major haechan, psychology major y/n)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, slight angst

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): suggestive innuendo(s), infidelity, drinking

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k

𝐚/𝐧: the first chapter of the and they were roommates! series :D send in an ask or comment here to be added to the taglist! (sorry for the delay, i have been really unproductive so uh, yeah)

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

you’ve been stuck with haechan for about a month. you’ve successfully avoided him for the majority of the time, he’s still a bit flirty, but he’s been pretty quiet too.

except for when he streams. did he mention that he was a streamer? unfortunately no, you had to find out the hard way.

“haechan, can you fucking tone it down?” you storm into his room after enduring half an hour of his screaming on a thursday night. “i have an essay due tomorrow and it’s 30 percent of my mar-”

you see a professional looking mic, webcam, and another monitor with what seems like comments flowing in constantly on the screen.

“oh…” you trail off taking in all the equipment in front of you as haechan looks up at you.

“oh hey, sorry about that, jeno and renjun were being noobs and i needed to teach them a lesson, chat knows. i’ll keep it down, sorry.” he turns back to his game in front of him, completely unbothered.

“yeah.. uh sorry for barging in, thanks.” you say quickly and dash out his room, hearing the other voices from his headset laugh.

your face is hot, and you feel so embarrassed.

anyways, lesson learned.

a few days later, you were complaining to your friend about haechan on a zoom call–as usual.

this time, however, she needed to spill the tea about her thoughts.

“ma’am, what is this tension,” she jokes. “i can feel it from miles away.”

“hey!” you snap back. “need i remind you that i have a boyfriend? and haechan? ew no, he gets on my nerves too much for that.”

“oh right, your boyfriend.” she rolls her eyes. “i think you need to visit him, you’re so uptight all the time, i’m gonna get wrinkles if you keep complaining to me about shit.”

“oh right, restrictions have been slightly lifted, i can probably go visit him.” you remember reading about it in the news.

“yep, go.” your friend sips on her iced coffee and you laugh.

the next day, you go through with your plan to go visit your boyfriend.

all prepped and ready and you were going to walk out the door before you hear haechan coming out his room.

“oh, good morning, i’ll be out for a bit, maybe the whole day.” you say to him.

“good morning.” he yawns. “look at you all dolled up and pretty, where you going?” he smirks as you roll your eyes.

“visiting my boyfriend,” you scowl out. “now if you’ll excuse me, i better get going.”

“oh great, hope you enjoy your time with him.” he smiles and you think he’s going to be nice for once. “don’t forget protection.”

you groan. of course he had to ruin it.

“thanks haechan.” you yell behind you as you walk out the door.

it takes around 1 hour to drive to your boyfriend’s university, and an additional 10 minutes to his apartment, and you’re giddy the whole time.

you’ve missed human interaction.

and no, lee haechan does not count.

you’ve missed the warmth and fuzzy feeling of an embrace, of having someone’s arms around you, protecting you from the outside world.

you couldn’t wait to get cuddles.

hopefully your boyfriend likes this surprise.

gleefully walking into the building, pressing in the password to his apartment complex. completely missing the creaking coming from his room, but as you entered, you hear the voice of another person, who was definitely not your boyfriend.

you stomp right up to the door, and push it open.

there’s two people in the bed, and your eyes glower at your boyfriend.

“what?” the girl screams, scrambling to cover herself.

“babe?” your boyfriend is frozen on the spot as the girl looks at him as if he just said the most bizarre thing ever.

“babe?” she seems angry now. “you said you were single? what the fuck?”

“yeah, i think he lied to you.” you say coldly. “do you have anything to confess, ‘babe’?”

“you’re a douche, what the fuck.” she gets up and gets dressed. “i’m so sorry, he told me he was available, i would literally never agree to sleep with anyone who’s taken.”

“yeah, it’s okay.” you say, kind of relieved, and the two stare are you like you’re an alien. “at least now i know what type of person i was dating.”

and you turn to walk out.

“wait, babe please.” your ex tries to run after you. “y/n, let me explain.”

“no need to, we’re over.” you turn to say. “you need a ride?” you ask the girl.

“yeah sure.” she says. “don’t call me.”

“babe please, can we talk this out?”

you couldn’t believe it. you drove 1 hour to see him and he has the audacity to pull this shit and expect you to just easily forgive? nope, lesson learned.

pfft, and he said long distance would work.

“no we can’t, now if you’ll excuse us, we have somewhere else to be.” you grab the girls arm and walk out the door, slamming it in front of your ex’s face before he can catch up.

“do you have any plans for the rest of today?” you ask the girl after entering your car. she shakes her head while you smile. “great, any bar or night club recommendations you have?”

“uhh, bar then nightclub?” she suggests.

“i like the way you think.” you giggle. “i’m y/n btw.”

“yina.” she smiles back at you as you pull out of the parking lot.

a few hours later, and way too many drinks in, you’re at a table with yina, spilling your deepest secrets about your relationship with your ex.

“can you believe he made me wash his socks?” you take a sip before continuing. “and with my hands too!”

“what? that’s disgusting!” she listens to you rant in disbelief.

“yeah, he said that his socks were precious and the washing machine was too harsh on the cotton or some crap.” you snicker as you recall the other stupid stuff he told you. “ah the shit i did for love.”

“men are trash,” yina says. “cheers to that.” and you both down the rest of what’s left of your drink.

fast forward another 2 hours, you’re wasted. absolutely wasted.

yina held you back a little bit, but its no use. you needed this.

“y/n, it’s like 11 pm, you’re drunk, i’m barely sober, i think we should call someone to come and get us.” yina tries to reason with you while you shake your head.

finally after 10 minutes of bickering, you finally agree.

“here’s my phone, you can call anyone.” you rest your head on your folded hands after handing her your unlocked phone. “anyone but haechan.” you start to doze off. “anyone but haechan…”

“hbbhng” you jolt up, feeling the warmth of your own bed.

how did you get back home?

groaning, you feel your headache. you feel the vomit coming up your throat as you gag.

you almost fall trying to get out of your covers.

“woah there, be careful.” haechan is suddenly barging into your room, holding onto you so you don’t fall on your face, guiding you to your bathroom.

you’re too nauseous to wonder why he’s even helping you or even bother screaming at him like usual.

he pats your back soothingly as you vomit into the toilet.

“there you go, that’s it. i’ve got you.” he reassures you.

“what are you even doing helping me?” you’ve washed up and downed some water, you’re 100% sober now.

“wow,” haechan chuckles, rolling his eyes. “after saving your ass last night, this is the thank you i get?”

“what do you mean you saved me?” you’re genuinely confused by what he means.

“this yina girl called me from your phone, telling me that you’re blacked out drunk in a nightclub at 11:32 PM, on a saturday. asking me to come and get you.” he says, matter-of-factly. “i call a cab, get to the nightclub, haul your ass out the club, drive yina back home, and then us. where during our commute back, you wake up, start crying, and when we get home, you’re bawling about how your boyfriend cheated and you were a dumbass for thinking he would change. remember now?”

you’re in shock.

yina called haechan? you remember clearly that you told her not to, this is so embarrassing. you even cried about your ex to him? oh dear lord you wanted to crawl back into your room into a deep pit and never come out.

haechan must’ve noticed your distressed expression because his face turns softer.

“hey hey hey, sorry, that was a bit mean. you just got out of a relationship, that was really inappropriate of me and i do not blame you for wanting to relax a bit.” he tries to comfort you once again. you’re in even more shock by his words. “honestly, me driving you back home, and taking care of you was the least i could do. it would have been so mean if i just left you guys there.”

you wanted to burst out into tears.

this is the nicest thing you’ve heard in about 6 months.

unfortunately, haechan doesn’t know that.

“oh gosh, jheez, i’m not helping aren’t i.” he’s panicked by your emotional state. “uhm, to make it up to you, i’ll watch one of those scary movies with you?”

your tears instantly are sucked back into your eyes in excitement.

“really?” you ask, just making sure.

“yep, ahaha.” he laughs nervously, but happy to see your mood lighten up.

“you free tonight?” bouncing up and down practically.

“yeah…” haechan is a bit scared. “aren’t you going a bit too fast though, princess? you jut got out of a relationship.”

you gasp and slap him in the arm.

“okay okay! that was a joke. yeah i’m free, i have an essay due, but i’ll be done by 6.” haechan says.

“sounds good!” you b-line for the kitchen, your stomach is completely empty. “see you then haechan!”

oh how haechan regrets his offer.

6 o’clock rolls by, and you choose “the shining” to watch with haechan. anticipating the terror it would bring him.

and you were right.

every jumpscare, even the smallest sounds, haechan would screech in fright. the last straw for him was the knock on your door.

“AHHHH!” he screams, almost knocking the popcorn out of your hands.

“calm down, dude.” you say, standing up to open the door.

to the unfortunate sight of your ex.

“y/n?” he says, softly.

“what are you doing here? how did you find out where i lived?” you were very sure you never gave him your dorm address.

“your friend gave it to me,” the eye bags he has are very evident. “listen, can we talk?”

“no?” haechan suddenly butts into the conversation. “you literally cheated on her, she doesn’t owe you anything.”

“who are you? her rebound?” your ex frowns.

“her roommate, and if you even bothered to keep up with y/n, you’d know.” haechan returns the frown.

“it’s between me and y/n, you have no business telling us what to do.” your ex is getting more aggressive now.

“that’s funny, i was the one who was called to drive her home while she was out drunk, i was the one who listened to her talk about how she regretted believing you again, i was the one who held her hair back when she was vomiting this morning from her hangover.” haechan again returns the energy. “you tried to contact her, but she blocked your number and you had to get her address from her friend. you never even cared to ask her beforehand, and now you wanna try and show up to seem like you care? bullshit. now if you’ll excuse us now, we have a movie to finish.” he slams the door in his face and haechan surprises you for the millionth time today.

your ex bangs on the door for about 3 minutes before giving up, and you guys sit in silence as the movie still plays.

“hey haechan.” you try and start.

“AHHH!” he screams again, scaring you this time.

“JHEEZ BRO I WAS TRYING TO START A CONVO, CHILL OUT.” you scream back.

“okay, i’m fine, yeah sorry, continue.” haechan pants out.

“thanks for that.” you say, genuinely. “not even joking, you didn’t have to do that.”

“well i did, because that dude was a douche. literally having the guts to come over here and try and ask for forgiveness after he cheats. unbelievable.”

“yeah.” you fiddle with your fingers anxiously.

“i like this side of you,” haechan breaks the awkwardness. “you’re usually uptight, little-miss-perfect, and cranky, so i like this raw side of you.”

“mhm, i realized that now. sorry for being such a bitch.” you admit.

“no, i honestly deserve it. but i hope we can be friends now, it would be great to have real conversations with someone, you know?” he says.

“seriously?” you hit him in the chest as he chuckles.

“i’m joking! i swear. but seriously, friends?” he asks.

“yeah, friends.”

and that’s where it started.

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dadsbongos · 2 years

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suburban dad kaminari

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: Denki Kaminari/Reader Warnings: fem pronouns Summary: You can definitely tell Daichi is Denki’s son. Word Count: 1.2 K ~~~

“I can go out there! Really, I can. I’m fine, man. I’m fine.”

“You need to take this time. You’re injured.”

“I’ve been cleared! Doc said I’m good!”

“Kaminari, I love you, man but you need to rest. I know you wanna get back on the field, but you need this break. Just go home. Spend some time with your wife and kid.”

“Well, I do like my wife and son.”

“I know, Kaminari.”

“I should go home.”

“I know, Kaminari.”

You were looking over emails from your boss when your phone buzzes and illuminates with the picture of your husband. Answering the call, you’re quick to greet the man lovingly, “Get fired?”

“Har-har,” Denki mumbles, “I got told to go home and take a break. Apparently Kirishima suddenly thinks it’s ‘unhealthy’ to keep being a hero when you just get out of the infirmary.”

“Kirishima’s always thought that. You just aren’t Deku so he’s never had to say that to you.”

“Well,” he purses his lips and you can practically hear the way he rolls his eyes, “I get to be home with my wife and son, so, still a win to me.”

“Wow, sounds like you have a crush on me,” you mutter, “I hope you don’t, though, cuz we’re just friends and all.”

“Right,” he chuckles, “We’re just super close friends and that’s why you married me and then we had a kid together? Cuz we’re besties?”

“Exactly,” you take a peek at the clock, “Since you’re already on your way home, can you pick Daichi up from school? I was going to do it, but you’re on your way and I have to respond to emails, so… I’m just like crazy busy. No way I could take a break.”

“Sounds like it,” Denki’s already pulling up to your son’s school when you say it, “And yeah, I’m already here. Got the message at work, definitely wasn’t worrying at all. Anyway. Be home in a bit. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Denks.”

He hangs up before getting out and going into the office. Grinning at his son, Denki kneels down and lets the boy practically tackle him with a hug before moving Daichi to sit over his hip while the office attendant comes to the front desk.

“Just need you to sign him out here, and you’ll be all ready to go.”

Denki nods, taking the pen and signing, “So, buddy, you puked in art class?”

“There were so many carrots…” Daichi huffed, putting his head down in the junction of his father’s shoulder.

“How did you even get carrots into art?” Denki gives the woman a smile and wave before heading back out to his car.

“We had carrots at snack time.”

“And the teacher gave you twenty in one sitting?”

Daichi’s quiet while Denki buckles him in before humming and shaking his head, “None of my friends wanted theirs.”

“So you… ate them all at once?” Denki moves around the car to get into the front seat and start the car. At his son’s confirming nod, Denki grins, patting the boy’s knee, “You’re definitely my boy.”

“Because I vomited carrots?”

He hesitates before coming to the conclusion that that’s exactly what he was saying, “Yeah, pretty much.”

It’s silent in the car for a few moments as Daichi thinks to himself, then his little voice pipes up from the backseat, “Dad?”

“Yeah, bubs?”

“How’re babies made?”

“Uh, good question,” Denki presses his lips into a thin line and nods in the midst of his panic, “Good question. Good, good, good, good question. Good question. Good question, Daichi.”

The little boy simply continues to stare at the back of his father’s head when he fails to genuinely answer the inquiry.

“So, where?”

“Uhh, you’ll probably have to ask your mom that one. She’s way smarter than I am.”

“Hmm, okay.”

“Do you not believe me? Cuz it’s true.”

“No,” Daichi whines, kicking his little legs out in the car seat, “I wanna know now.”

“We’re almost home, buddy.”

“We’re like hours away…”

“I’m pulling into the driveway now.”

“Hours to the door…”

In barely two minutes, Denki’s through the door and removing his shoes while Daichi struggles to undo his. Once he assists Daichi with his shoes, Denki pats the boy’s head to send him off into the house, “Go find Mom, I’m gonna get rid of our carrots.”

“No! I want more carrots,” Daichi retorts but rushes down the hall to your office anyway.

Denki pulls the vegetable drawer open and removes the carrots when you enter the kitchen with Daichi on your hip, “Hey, hey, we paid for those! No shot you’re throwing them out before they go bad.”

“But I don’t even like carrots.”

“Doesn’t sound like I asked,” you fauxly pout, setting Daichi down at the table and going over to your husband to boop his nose, “But if it makes you feel better, we don’t have to get them from the store.”

“Grocery list time?” Daichi turns in his chair, eyes wide and hands reaching out for a paper to write on, “I wanna write it!”

“Here you go, bubs,” Denki takes paper and a pen from a counter drawer and sets it in front of his son.

You list out things from the grocery store you need and Denki monitors your son’s spelling. As you hit a lull in listing and move onto double-checking whether or not you caught everything you need - Denki watches as Daichi begins to spell out his own name.

“Aw, babe,” he whispers, waving you over.

You come up beside Denki, tilting your head to rest it against his shoulder while he brings an arm around you so you both can watch your little boy test himself at writing his own name.

After dotting his final ‘i’, Daichi sits back and stares at the name before crossing it out. It was something he’d seen you and Denki do when you had retrieved the item on the list from the store. But when you did that, you didn’t look for the item anymore. You’d leave the other copies after crossing the word off the list. He just crossed himself off the list…

Daichi’s brows furrow and he turns back to his parents, eyes wide.

“What’s wrong, bubs?” Denki parts from your side to kneel before his son, “You okay?”

“Am I Daichi?” he murmurs.

“Yeah, sweetie,” you run your fingers through his hair hoping it stomps out any incoming meltdown, “Why wouldn’t you be?”

“I crossed myself out - do I still exist?”

“Aw,” you teasingly coo into your husband’s ear, “He’s yours.”

“Very funny,” he’s sarcastic as he replies, pushing himself up to kiss his son’s forehead, “Yeah, bud, you exist,” he takes the list and pen before crossing out ‘milk’, “See? I crossed out milk?”

When Daichi nods, you go over to the fridge and pull out the nearly empty gallon to show your son, “But we still have this milk here, right? And there’s milk at the store, isn’t there?” he nods once again and you return the milk, “They don’t disappear, sweetie, so don’t worry - you’re definitely still here.”

“Yeah, bubs, no worries! You’re okay, the milk’s okay - everything’s fine.”

“I’m Daichi,” your son whispers to himself, “I’m okay.”

“Exactly,” you bend over and kiss his head, “Everything’s good, baby.”

“Everything’s okay…”

“And you’re still Daichi,” Denki pats the boy’s knee.

“Your son,” you poke your husband’s back.

Denki narrows his eyes at you jokingly, “You son, too.”

“Our son,” you grin, ruffling Daichi’s hair, “Who takes after you exponentially.”

“Jokes on you - I don’t even know what that word means.”

#bnha x you #bnha x reader #denki kaminari x reader #kaminari x reader #denki x reader #denki kaminari x y/n #kaminari x y/n #kaminari x you

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rekilogy · 3 years

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arcade date

pairings: reki kyan x fem!reader.

warnings: a lil cursing, nothing much.

request: Hi! I stumbled across your blog and let me just thank you real quick for writing for sk8 because it's so hard to find blogs that write for them ;-; Can I request some headcanons about going on an arcade date with Reki? Thank you so much <3

note: i appreciate your support a lot anon, tbh sk8 the infinity definitely needs more love. i had a great time writing these, hope the result satisfied you. have a good night/day and please stay safe.

REKI KYAN :

going to an arcade date with reki will for sure be fun and chaotic af

the second you both enter the arcade, he just drags you to the games he's best at to show off lol

once he's done showing off how good he's at a certain game he will literally just follow you around like a lost puppy

if someone at the arcade tries to challenge you he will be your biggest hype man (i love him sm it hurts)

“you got this y/n!" “yes!" “babe you're so good at this!" “come on y/n!"

if you win, he would probably throw snarky comments at the person who challenged you

“wow, you're really bad at this game. you are lucky you got challenged by the most perfect person in the world"

please drag him away or else a fight might start

yes, he will win you your favorite plushie from the claw machine because he's seen it in movies way too many times to not try it

whenever he loses in front of you, he lowkey rages but tries his best not to show it

it's pretty obvious, like why would you give a death glare to a joystick

or change your words immediately after saying them lol

“AHH! FUC- I MEAN FUN! it was soooo fun to play this uhh game, no i'm not raging"

then he'll proceed to stare at the controller, your cute giggles snap him out of it though

but when you both play something together he'll lose on purpose

because he thinks your smile is a hundred times better than his victory in a game uwu

you probably figure this out after playing two or three games because mans is not subtle whatsoever

“REKI PICK UP THE CONTROLLER!"

“oh yeah, hehe you won i guess"

reki hun, i don't know if you know this but there's this thing called google, you should really use it

if miya is there too, reki will definitely try to win everything as if his life depends on it

cue miya saying “eww" whenever reki kisses you

reki almost kicked him lmfao

you two spend wayyy too much time at the arcade, like almost five hours oomf

he'll end up walking you home because according to him it's not safe

“don't worry y/n! i'll protect you"

“says the one who got scared of a little rat yesterday"

“Y/N!"

#i miss going to the arcade :(#reki x y/n #reki x reader #reki kyan imagine #reki imagine #sk8 reki #sk8 headcanons #sk8 the infinity x reader #sk8 x reader

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cleoooelizabeth · 3 years

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Spot Me?

Chris Evans x Black Femme Reader

Warning: smut, language, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it my lil sluts).

Word count: 5760-ish

Synopsis: You plan to go to the gym with your friend, they don’t show up so you need someone to spot you whilst using the heavier weights. All the men in the gym are vile (no surprise there lmao) and have been staring since you arrived. You decide the best person to ask is the one person that hasn’t been watching you like a creep, you didn’t realise who it was until you tap him on the shoulder and he turns to face you… (this boutta make your coochie throb).

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You sigh dramatically, throwing your head back. “For fucks sake.” You mumble to yourself.

Your friend was supposed to meet you outside the gym in your apartment building 20 minutes ago. After realising she was bailing on you, you decide to work out anyway, needing a good sweat to wash away the stress of working a 9-hour shift. Sitting behind a desk for that long, surrounded by a bunch of old white men can’t be good for anyone. The only reason you became an accountant was because the pay cheque was a beautiful sight at the end of every month, and it allowed you to live in a bougie apartment building, far away from your toxic family.

After readjusting your duffle bag on your shoulder, you fix your mask and stroll into the gym and straight to the women’s locker room. You tap your personal digits into a small key pad on the locker closest to the floor-to-ceiling mirror that spanned one wall of the room. The locker sprung open allowing you to shove your bag into it after retrieving your water bottle, airpods and phone. You whip off the hoodie you had been wearing, throwing it on top of your bag and closing the locker, making sure you heard the whirring sound of the locks sliding home.

Before you leave the locker room, you check yourself in the mirror, adjusting your plain white sports bra and tight black Nike shorts. No one needed to see the shape of your vagina in 4K.

You decide to start with a 10-minute stretching session, you didn’t want to pull any muscles or cramp up during the rest of your work out. You could feel dozens of eyes on you as you walked through the gym into the far-right corner. You place your belongings on the floor and pull a matt out. Sitting on it, you grab your phone and scroll through your Spotify until you find your work-out playlist. With “Mo Money Mo Problems”, by The Notorious B.I.G, playing through your ears, you get up and begin your stretching routine. Reaching up as far as you can, you keep your back straight and bend at the hips until your finger tips touch your toes. You stay in that position for a second, swaying side to side softly to feel that slight burn in the backs of your thighs and calves. You stand back up, pushing your braids back over your shoulders and out of your way before you finish stretching.

After 10 minutes, your body felt warmer and ready for more challenging activities. You spray the matt and wipe it clean before returning it to its rightful place. Grabbing your belongings, you move back into the centre of the gym, finding the weight machines.

“Fucking hell.” You whisper to yourself. Realising you had no one there to spot you on the machines. I’m gonna kill her later. You thought to yourself about your flaky friend. You weren’t trying to get yourself into a position where you couldn’t lift the weight, ultimately ending in your neck being crushed, so you look around the gym for a free staff member. Finding no one around, other than the creepy men that had been staring at you like starved animals, you keep looking and you see one man a couple machines over from you, wiping his forehead with a small towel and taking a swig of some refreshing looking water.

Building up your courage for a second you decide he is the best option because he was clearly the only man in the room with even a modicum of self-control. After pausing your music, you walk over to him and tap one manicured finger on his shoulder.

He turns around, his black mask covering everything but two beautiful blue eyes, I recognise those eyes,you ponder.

“Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you.”

“No, problem. What can I do for you?” He replies, his eyes crinkling slightly, letting you know he was smiling behind his mask.

“Ok, so basically, my friend was supposed to come here with me as we usually spot each other when using the weights. But she is a lazy fuck and didn’t show up.” You giggle.

“Right, and you need me for that?” He said, attempting to decipher what you had said.

“Well… You’re the only person in here that hasn’t been staring at my ass so I thought you would be the best candidate.” You say bluntly.

He had definitely been looking, he just wasn’t so blatantly obvious about it.

“Fair enough.” He laughs. “So, where do you want to start?”

“I usually start with the bench press, if you don’t mind.” You say to him, already walking towards it.

He follows you, eyes on your soft, slightly curvy figure as he pushes his phone and headphones into his pocket.

You place all of your things on the floor next to machine and lay back on the bench, one leg each side. Your new work-out partner dropped his belongings next to yours and moved to stand behind the machine, the front of his thighs lightly brushing the crown of your head.

“Since I’ll be relying on you to not let the weight crush me to death, I think I should probably get your name.” You giggle, looking up at him, his face upside down to you.

“That makes sense.” He laughs with you, his right hand grabbing his left pectoral muscle.

“The names Chris, and you?” He asks. You don’t reply immediately, the cogs in your brain turning until something clicks. The bright blue eyes, the laugh, the voice, the titty slap… You knew who it was.

“I’m Y/N. But Chris… as in Chris Evans?” You ask, just to confirm your suspicion, even though you were already 100% sure.

“Uhh, yes actually. What gave it away? I thought this mask and hat would be enough of a disguise.”

“Well, I was already suspicious after I tapped you earlier, but that titty slap sealed the deal my friend.” You laugh together.

“Darn it. I didn’t realise I was known for that. So, are you a fan?” He questions.

You adjust the weight on the machine to an acceptable number before laying back down and returning your brown eyes to his blue ones.

“I mean, I’ve seen a few of your movies and a couple of interviews.” You lie, knowing full well that you had seen almost all of his movies and as many interviews as you could find on YouTube.

“Oh! Congratulations on getting ASP sorted out, it’s a very admirable project.” You mention.

“Thank you very much, I’m very proud of the work we’ve done so far.”

You grab the weight, securing your hands around the bar and lift before bringing it down to your chest and back up. Chris watches you, mesmerised by your strength. He couldn’t figure out how you could lift so well, not seeing any visible muscle in your arms. He shook his head slightly to bring himself back to reality. He refocussed his attention on you, placing his hands under the bar but not lifting any of the weight for you.

After a few reps, you could feel your blood pumping and a small amount of sweat collecting in your hairline and on your cleavage, making your brown skin shimmer under the florescent lighting.

Chris takes the weight from you, and places it back on its hooks above your head.

“Thank you.” You say as you reach for your water bottle. As you take a sip, the condensation from the bottle drips onto your chest, slowly making its way between your breasts and out of sight. Your eyes wander to Chris again, his eyes already on you, or more specifically on your cleavage. You slowly move the bottle away from your mouth and lick the remaining water from your lips.

“Like what you see?” You whisper seductively. You had no idea where this burst of confidence had come from.

Chris clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t.” You reply, keeping your eyes locked on his, wanting desperately to see the rest of his face.

“So… you live here right?” Chris questions, pulling his eyes from yours in an attempt to take the tension out of the atmosphere that you’d both created.

You drop the bottle on the floor and lift your long braids from your neck, the fresh breeze from the air conditioning providing relief for your heated body.

“Yeah, 8th floor. I’ve never seen you here before though, did you move recently?” You ask him.

“Yeah, I’m on the 10thfloor. It’s just temporary though, it’s closest to the set of this tv show I’m working on.”

You want to spend more time with him, enjoying his presence immensely. What could I possibly say though without sounding like a creepy fan?

“Oh cool… Would you want to have dinner with me? I- uh, have extra food and I won’t be able to finish it all myself anyway. I was tested for covid today at work, negative. Just to clarify” You shy away from his eye contact slightly, nervous of his reply.

“Absolutely.”

“Really?... I thought it would take a little more convincing to be honest.” You say before standing and moving to the next machine.

He laughs a little and follows you, eyes on your ass. “Well, I have nothing to do after this, and I have a bottle of wine in my apartment that looks very tempting and I don’t want to end up drinking it all by myself.”

“I’d be more than happy to help you with that.” You joke with him.

30 minutes later, your session was complete. The both of you laughing and talking the entire time. Your abs had received more of a workout just from cackling at his ridiculous dad jokes.

“I’m just going to grab my stuff from the locker room. Should I meet you at my apartment?”

“Sounds good to me. I’ll be 20 minutes tops… I kinda stink so a shower is a must right now.”

“Yeah, you do sorta stink.” You pinch your nose and laugh at his expense.

“Wow. You’re so mean.” He says with feigned offence, clutching his chest dramatically.

“It’s ok, I stink too.” You laugh together.

“Ok, I guess I’ll see you soon…”

“Yeah, you will…” You wink and disappear into the locker room. But not before you see him adjust himself in his sweatpants.

20 minutes later, you were in your apartment after a steamy shower, and a quick shave. I mean, you weren’t expecting things to progress further than a potential make-out session, but you never know and you didn’t want to have to turn him down because you were too lazy to shave your cooter. You decide on grey pyjama shorts and a fitted white Henley top, not wanting it to look like you were trying really hard. Fortunately for you, as Chris should be there any minute, your skin had been cooperating recently so just a dash of mascara and some lip balm will do. Just as you were finishing, you hear a soft (but firm) knock on your front door.

Calm down, Y/N. You say to yourself whilst fanning your face and pulling your braids into a high ponytail to keep them off your clammy neck. You do a little jog to the door, opening it to a freshly showered Chris. Now, without his mask, you could see his whole face. His full beard and chiselled jaw-line was waking the butterflies in your stomach.

You attempt to hide your attraction, chewing on the inside of your cheek. You were being dramatic; he was only wearing a plain white t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

He pulls a bottle of red wine from behind his back. “May I come in?” His eyes flickering to your braless breasts, your nipples stiffening slightly as a slight breeze blew through the open door.

You bite your lip and step to the side, allowing him to fit his large body through the doorway.

Closing the door behind him, you move to stand next to him in the hallway. You clear your throat and play with your hands a little. “Um, the living room is this way.” He kicks off his trainers and follows closely behind you. Observing your apartment on the way.

You lead him to the sofa and he sits after placing the bottle on the coffee table.

“I’m gonna grab the bottle opener and a couple glasses… back in a sec.” He gives you a small smile, relaxing into the plush sofa cushions.

Once inside the kitchen, you rush to the sink and grab a paper towel to dab some cold water on your neck. This man has done nothing but exist and you’re already over-heating like a horny teenager. You throw the paper towel in the rubbish and move to the cupboard to pull the glasses out, leaning up on the tips of your toes, you still struggle to reach. As the tips of your fingers brush the stem of the glass, a much larger hand reaches over your head and retrieves the glasses with no effort. You freeze as his chest barely brushes your back. Keeping your back to him, he places the two glasses on the surface to your right.

“Thank you…” Your voice gets lost in your throat, coming out as a whisper, your hands grasping the edge of the surface.

“No problem.” He murmurs, his lips only just coming into contact with the shell of your ear, a shiver racking its way down your spine.

And just like that, he moves away. “You coming?” He asks, walking back to the sofa, acting as though he doesn’t know that he just made you cream your panties.

“Yeah, one second.” You reply, moving to grab the bottle opener before following him to the living room. You could feel his eyes on you as you sit next to him. God, he must be able to feel the heat radiating off of you. You pass him the bottle opener, doing your best to act normal. All that confidence you had in the gym was long gone, replaced with intense arousal.

He grabs the bottle from the table and pulls off the outer wrapping before pushing the screw into the cork. You watch as his bicep muscles flex. You didn’t realise you were staring until you heard the popping sound of the cork exiting the bottle. You avert your eyes and grasp a glass in each hand, allowing him to half-fill the glasses. You pass one to him and settle into the sofa, taking a sip of your own. Your eyelashes flutter as the red liquid hits your tongue.

“God damn, that is good shit.” He laughs out loud at your sudden statement.

“I’m glad you like it.”

You fall into a comfortable silence as you each enjoy the beverage, glancing at each other, then averting your eyes when caught.

“Oh, I forgot, we were supposed to eat!” You jump up from the sofa.

Before you can get any further, you feel his hand close around your wrist, turning you around to face him. He puts your glasses on the coffee table and pulls you to stand between his legs.

“There’s only one thing I want to eat right now, Y/N.” He mumbles against your stomach, glancing up at you through his long eyelashes.

“What are you trying to do to me, Chris?” You sigh, your head rolling back onto your shoulders. He smirks as he pushes his fingers under the hem of your Henley. His thumbs massage your waist as he places soft kisses across a strip of your exposed belly. Your hands grip his shoulders as your legs began to feel weak, although you know his strong hands holding your waist would be enough to keep you from falling.

“I’m trying to seduce you, can’t you tell?” He says, the smirk still gracing his features.

“Well, you succeeded. Now what?”

He looks up at you, his hands moving to the backs of your thighs before pulling you to straddle his lap.

“Fuck.” You whimper as his semi-hard appendage pushes against your clit.

One of his hands holds onto the back of your neck, while the other arm wraps itself tightly around your lower back. He pulls you down by your neck, your lips slotting comfortably over his plush bottom lip. You gasp softly as his tongue brushes against your top lip, asking for entrance, which you allow instantly. At this point, he could do whatever he wanted with you and you’d be more than happy to oblige.

You wrap your arms around his neck and push your chest against his, wanting to be as close to him as possible in that moment. The hand that he had around your waist travelled downwards until it reached your ass, pushing it down as his hips snapped up.

“Ugh- fuck Chris!” You moan into his mouth.

He hums against your lips as he continues grinding your lower halves together.

“Is this ok with you, baby? Because I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop if we keep going.” He jokes.

“God- this is more than ok.” You moan, your hips frantically chasing release. Dry humping like a couple of horny teenagers. A soft warmth was building in your lower stomach, and your legs were tingling.

“Chris, you’re gonna make me come…” You gasp, kissing him passionately and squeezing your thighs against his as the heat of your orgasm spreads from your core to the very tips of your limbs.

“That’s it, honey. Use me.” He mumbles against your neck before sucking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh, still using his hand to push your hips against his own to prolong your release.

His head rolls back onto the back of the sofa for a second, his release not far behind yours.

“I want you to fuck me, Chris.” You whisper, taking the opportunity to suck at the side of his neck, just like how he did to you moments ago.

“God damn, you’re amazing.” He sighs, basking in the pleasure he was receiving as you continued to bite at his neck and gently roll your clothed pussy against his now fully erect dick.

The next thing you know, you’re on your back, pressed between the sofa and Chris.

He looks into your eyes for a moment, you shrink slightly under his gaze, covering your face with your hands. He pulls your hands away, pinning them to the sofa beside your head with his own.

“Don’t hide from me, baby.”

“Ok.” You whisper.

Chris sloppily presses his lips to yours before pulling your top up and over your head, throwing it behind him. Your shorts suffered the same fate.

“Fucking perfect.” He says it so quietly, you had almost missed it. His large hands wander all over your torso, from your collar bone to your slightly curved hips. When he reaches your calves, he pushes them up until your knees are brushing against your nipples.

He moves down, holding your legs up and open from the backs of your thighs, finger tips digging into the skin there. A puff of air you didn’t know you were holding escapes your lungs when you feel his lips kiss your pussy softly through the thin material of your panties. His eyes lock onto yours as his fingers pull your panties to the side, making sure he didn’t see any signs that you were uncomfortable. When he saw the lust in your eyes, your pupils blown wide, he flattens his tongue, swiping from your hole all the way to the hood of your clit, giving it 3 rapid flicks with his tongue. You moan louder than you were expecting, your eyes rolling into the back of your head and toes curling at the feeling. He smirks against your pussy as he continues his ministrations. One of his hands leaves your thigh, allowing you to relax the muscle there as it lowers onto his shoulder. Your back arches into the other leg that was still up as he presses his thick middle finger into your weeping hole, whilst sucking softly at your clit to distract you from any discomfort.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. Squeezing me so good, and it’s only one finger. I can’t wait to feel you gripping my cock.” God, you’d never have expected THE Captain America to have such a filthy mouth, and yet here he was driving you insane with his dirty words.

Your body is thrashing around on the sofa. The sensation of his finger thrusting into you and curling up to meet that special place inside you, sending you off the deep end. His tongue was on its own mission, flicking as fast as it could against your swollen clit.

“I’m c- FUCK! I’m coming, Chris. Please, d-don’t stop.”

He increases the speed of both his finger and his tongue, watching as you fall apart underneath him. Your hands rush to roughly pinch at your nipples as you squirt into his mouth, whimpering and moaning louder than ever, your thighs shaking around his head and toes digging into his plump ass cheeks as your back arches. He slowly removes his finger, giving your over-sensitive clit a few more soft licks, sending shocks through you.

He drops your thighs from his shoulders, and removes your soaked panties, dropping them to the floor. Moving up to return his lips to yours, you could taste yourself on his lips and on his tongue, drawing a hum from deep within your chest.

“Such a good girl, coming like that for me. Have you ever squirted before, baby?” He questions, licking at your juicy bottom lip.

“Uh uh.” You say, unable to form full sentences. He’d fucked you stupid with only his tongue and finger, you couldn’t even begin to imagine what he could do with his cock.

“Look at you, honey. You can’t even speak. What did I do to you, huh?” He rasps, his voice deep and husky. He stands up, removing his clothing so you wouldn’t be the only one completely exposed and places himself back between your welcoming thighs, holding himself up with his elbows on either side of your head. You look down, admiring his size. You shivered slightly when you thought about the fact that you’d never had a cock of that girth inside you before.

“I think you broke me.” You reply, a nervous smile on your lips as you snap back to reality, and wrap your arms around his neck, your hands pushing into his soft hair.

“I’ve only just begun, baby.” He whispers into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

With that you squeal as he wraps his arms beneath you, his now bare cock softly rubbing against your sensitive pussy. He lifts you as he moves to sit back against the sofa, pulling you into his lap, the same position you had started in.

His lips find yours immediately, you whimper into his mouth as he leaves soft scratches from your shoulders down to the small of your back, your arms hanging idly around his neck. A low growl leaves his mouth as you rut your hips against his, your pussy soaking him as you did so. You whine as the tip of his cock catches on your dripping hole

“I need you inside me.” You say, finding it hard not to just slam your hips down and let his cock penetrate you then and there.

“I don’t think you understand how much I wanted those words to come out of your mouth.”

“Do you have a condom?” You ask him, your hands holding his neck when his hands grip your hips softly.

“Fuck.” He curses himself for not being more prepared.

“I have the implant, if you’re ok with that. I was tested recently and I assure you, I don’t want to be impregnated any time soon. Also, if you give me an STI, I know where you live.” You threaten him with a giggle to let him know you weren’t completely serious.

“I have a feeling I’ll pass out if I leave here without fucking you so… fuck it.” He states, desperation obvious in his blue eyes.

“I don’t think you understand how much I wanted those words to come out of your mouth.” A deep chuckle leaves him when he realises you had plagiarised his own words from before.

“I love your laugh.” You say, before softly pecking his lips. Before you can move away, his lips press against yours as his hands move to your ass, lifting you from his lap. His leaking tip once again pressing against your opening.

He looks down to watch as he pulls you down slowly, inching inside you. Your eyes rolling back as he stretched you so good, and he wasn’t even half way in.

“Fucking shit, you’re so god damn tight and wet, baby.” He groans, his head falling back against the sofa.

You became impatient, he was moving too fucking slow. You let him thrust the first few inches of his cock in and out a few times to allow yourself to adjust to his far above-average size. You move his hands from your ass, holding them on your breasts as you slam your hips down the rest of the way. A shout is ripped from both of your throats at the feeling of immense pleasure, your toes curling as the tip of his cock had hit your cervix.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He says, half laughing and half moaning, both of you breathing heavily.

You felt butterflies in your stomach, proud that you could pleasure him.

“Shut up and fuck me.” You whisper into his ear, licking his earlobe and placing your hands on his pecs.

You watch as his pupils dilate, your foreheads pressed together, lust taking over both of you.

You feel him reposition his feet on the floor and his arms wrap securely around your back before he pulls you tight against his chest. He pulls his cock out until only the tip was left inside and brings you down onto him as hips thrust up.

“FUCK!” You scream. You struggled against him, wanting to grip onto something but your hands were stuck between your chests, his hips strong and unrelenting.

Your head rolled from his forehead until it landed on his shoulder, your neck unable to hold the weight as he continued to fuck you into the next decade. He looked down at your lolling head, your mouth open and eyes rolled back, soft moans leaving your lips.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He asks, a smirk on his face. He knew you couldn’t reply, and he knew how good he was making you feel, your body completely soft against his as any ounce of strength left you. He didn’t stop, he wanted to ruin you. He wanted to make sure you’d never want another man again. At some point during your time together, he realised he wanted this to be more than just a fuck and duck. He wanted to take you on a real date, spend time with you and get to know your personality, not just your body.

Your eyelashes fluttered and your nails dug into his chest to ground yourself when you regained your strength, skin slapping against skin was the only sound that could be heard. That and your own heart beat pounding in your ears.

“There’s those pretty brown eyes.” He says as he kisses you, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and releases it with a pop.

“You’re so d-deep. You feel so g-gooood.” You slur, surprised you could even speak.

“I know, baby. You gotta sit up though, let me play with that pretty little clit so I can make you come around my cock.” He says, slowing his hips but still hitting you deep.

He helps you sit up straight on his lap, his hips never ceasing.

“Hold onto my shoulders, honey.” You do as he says, still not fully lucid.

His hands move to your hips, moving you back and forth. You caught on and continued moving as one of his hands released your hip and moved between your bodies. Your back arched when his rough fingers came into contact with your clit, rubbing small circles against the most sensitive point.

“Fuck, Chris. You’re so fucking good.” You moan as you felt your orgasm approaching. You mustered up the little strength you had, holding onto the back of the sofa, you pushed your breasts against his chest and began bouncing your ass hard and fast on his cock.

His eyes closed in pleasure but his magical fingers never stopped their ministrations against the swollen bud between your legs. You felt a little bit competitive at this point, after he had basically made you pass out. You wanted to make him come first. You sat up straight before standing up, his cock leaving you. His eyes snapped open at this. Before he could comprehend what was happening, you were back on his lap but this time, your back was facing his front.

Once you had gotten comfortable, you lifted your hips to line up his cock with your pussy. Chris puts his hands behind his head, relaxing as you dropped your hips down, his cock slipping in easily.

You placed your hands on his knees, using them as leverage as you bounced your ass over his cock. You gasped when one his hands made impact with your ass cheek.

“Just because you’re on top, doesn’t mean you’re in charge, Y/N.” The dominant tone of his voice made you whimper, but your determination to make him come first hadn’t wavered.

You squealed when his hands lifted you up and off of him entirely and stood you up on the floor.

“On the floor, baby. Ass up.” You couldn’t figure out what it was about him, but you wanted to do anything and everything he told you to do. So, there you were, on your hands and knees. Back arched and ass up, pussy fully exposed to him.

“Such a good girl.” You had no idea he was behind you until he spoke. His tongue swiping up the juices that had leaked from your sensitive pussy. “How is this pussy so sweet, baby?”

Before you could reply, he had slammed his cock inside you up to the hilt, his balls tapping your clit. You did your best to keep yourself in an upright position, your elbows stuttering against your weight and the force of his thrusts. Chris notices your struggle and uses his hand to put pressure between your shoulder blades, forcing your upper body and face to press against the soft carpet beneath you. He follows you down, trailing damp kisses across your back and shoulders, anywhere he could reach. Your legs now spread, he uses one hand to hold both of yours above your head, whilst the other attacked your pulsing clit.

“That’s it, baby, come for me.” He groans against your neck, feeling your pussy clenching and releasing continuously around his cock. The sensation of his balls tapping your pussy consistently, your sweat covered bodies gliding against each other, his fingers flicking, pulling and rubbing against your clit had you seeing stars.

“Fuuuuuuck! Chris, I’m coming!” You cried out, pushing back against him.

“Yes, honey. Come for me. Only me. Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”

“Ughhh. You, only you, Chris. F-fuck, only you!”

The next thing you know, he’s pinching your clit between his forefinger and thumb, the shock was felt from head to toe.

“Fuck, there it is, honey.” He moans, still gently rubbing at you to ensure you had gotten the most of your orgasm.

You collapse beneath him as he grabs your ass cheeks with both hands and continues fucking you into the carpet, chasing his own release. 1, 2, 3 more thrusts and he was exploding inside you. The warmth of his come painting your walls had you whimpering in relief.

“Oh shiiiit. You’re so fucking good for me. Taking me so well, honey.”

He pulls out of you, stroking your back as he reaches over to the coffee table, grabbing the box of tissues to clean mixture of your juices leaking out of your hole. Once he was satisfied that you were clean, he rolled you over and picked you up from beneath your shoulders and the backs of your knees, lifting you until he was standing.

“Point me to the bedroom, baby.” You pointed in a general direction, still delirious after your powerful orgasm.

He pushed the bedroom door open with his foot, before walking across the room and laying you down on the bed. He tucked you in under the covers and gently stroked your sweaty forehead. Just as he was about to walk away, he felt a dainty hand wrap around his wrist.

“Stay. Please?” You asked him, your brown eyes searing into him. How could he possibly resist you when you looked at him like that, lips slightly pouted and nose scrunched up.

He thinks about it for a second before walking around the bed and getting under the covers on the other side.

You roll over, your right leg over his hip and right arm across his chest. He wrapped both of his arms around you as he felt your steady breath against his neck, letting him know you had fallen asleep. He had never felt more at peace than he did in that moment, knowing he was going to keep you for as long as you’d have him.

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hiii! :). can i request a fic where hendery or yangyang have y/n over at place and she accidentally gets period blood on his bed but after taking care of her, and assuring she’s okay they face another challenge at the store when they try and buy some period items/snacks for her. :) ty!

Pairing ~ Yangyang x Fem!Reader

Genre ~ Fluff, Humor

Warning ~ uhh very light mentions of a slight panic attack not really but really two ig if you count yangs,, also unedited

A.N ~ Sorry took me so long to answer 😅 hope you like it!

W. Count ~ 1.4k

The bright rays of light bleed into the room in which you and your boyfriend of a year sleep peacefully, that is until yangyang throws his hand towards your face in his sleep, slapping you awake. You jolt awake from the impact, “Yang what the fuck.” you spit angrily throwing his hand back on him. “Fucking bitch.” rolling your eyes before closing them you start twisting and turning trying to find a comfy spot to go back to sleep until you feel something wet between your legs.

Your eyes fly open instantly as you curse internally praying that you’re just overthinking and you sit up looking down to see that what you feared was really happening. Your period had decided to come on in the middle of the night and not only that but you had heavily stained YangYang’s sheets and partially his comforter. “Fuck!” hopping out of bed you start silently panicking pacing back and forth wondering how you’re gonna hide this from YangYang.

In the midst of your panic you didn’t notice that the very person you wanted to stay asleep had woken up. “Babe, what are you panicking about so early I can barely dream with all of your pac-” he stops mid sentence sitting up on the bed as if he had noticed something and instantly your heart drops as you cease all pacing, “Baby,” he starts out slow, “Are those my joggers? I have been looking for those everywhere, shoulda fucking known you had them.” Standing up he walks into his en suite bathroom.

A breath leaves your lips as pure relief floods your bloodstream and it’s as if someone lifted a brick off your shoulders. You swear you had never stripped a bed of its dressing so quick in your life trying to get it into the washer before YangYang comes out. Gathering everything in your arms you start to trudge your way out of the room, the end was near you could see the finish line just a few more steps and you’ll-. Yangyang’s hand lands on your shoulder causing your body to stiffen immediately and he makes his way in front of you grabbing the bed set out of your hands.

“There’s some bath water in the tub for you, I’ll take these to the washroom real quick then bring you a towel.” He then leaves the room without another word closing the door softly behind him. The panic that quickly filled you at the thought of him probably seeing the stain on the back of his pants when he walked out of the bathroom leaves just as quick as it came when you realize that he had probably already known the whole time. In its place was an indescribable warmth accompanied with butterflies at the thought that he pretended not to notice because he knew how stressed out you were about it.

Making your way to the bathroom you grab some clothes to change into. The bubble bath that rested in the tub could only be described as fit for a queen; you could even see the freshly opened and used powdered bath milk packet resting in the garbage can. Stripping yourself you sit in the bath filled with water at the perfect temperature and you could feel all of the tension in your muscles loosen.

You hear YangYang walk back into the room and then the bathroom standing at the door looking at you. “I hope the bath water temp is cool. The comforter should take a hour or two and I can order you some food if you’re hungry.”

Looking down at the bubbles that rested above your hands, “Thanks for not making a big deal out of this. You’re the best.” YangYang nods with a ‘Damn right I am’ falling from his lips, and a bright smile splits his face before moving to make his way out of the doorway until your voice calls him back.

“By the way what did you do with that pad I left here last time? I forgot to put another emergency one in my backpack.” At your question the smile that once threatened to tear his face falls and a guilty expression takes its place.

“Uhhh about that..” he trails off, averting his eyes, his right hand reaching for the back of his neck, “I kinda used your last pad to wipe up my Arizona Green Tea when it spilled.”

“Yang I- YOU WHAT?!?”

“I’M SORRY. THEY’RE- they’re really absorbent okay?” A silence falls between the both of you and you finally look back up at him staring him dead in the eyes a serious expression taking over your face.

“I take it back, you aren’t the best.”

“WHAT NO?!? You can’t take that back away from me. It’s undeserved, I had nothing else to clean it up with cause we were out of paper towels.”

“No, it is deserved because now what am I supposed to do? I can’t just sit in the tub until my period goes off.” You say giving him a deadpan expression.

“I’ll go to the store and get you some more, okay? I’ll even get you some snacks, what do you want?”

You give him a list of snacks and tell him explicitly what type of pads to buy, “And if all else fails you can always just call me and I’ll tell you which ones to get.”

Yangyang scoffs, “I’m not stupid how hard could buying some measly pads be.”

“What the fuck is we doin?” Yangyang drawls out at the sight of all of the pads. “So many words and I have no idea what any of them fucking mean.” he whispers. He picks up a box of pads, “Ok I’m pretty sure the wings are those flappy things that got stuck to my hand when I was wiping up the tea. So that means she wants them to have them, right?”

“Super absorbent..Heavy flow. Does y/n have a heavy flow? I assume so from the amount of blood she got on herself and the bed this morning, so I should buy these right? Wait, but they say teen and she’s not a teen.” putting the box down he picks up another.

“Maxi, overnight, Super Pads? What makes these super? What the fuck is all of this?!?” Meanwhile Y/n is at the house saying I told you so because she can feel his distress all the way from the store.

Apparently Y/n isn’t the only one who can sense his distress because another boy walks into the section scanning the boxes with precise eyes grabbing one confidently and on the way to the counter when he sees a panic ridden Yangyang. “Hey, bro do you uhh need help or something?” he asks a chuckle falling from his lips.

Yangyang’s head shoots up looking at the man as if he was a god, “Bro please I have no idea what the fuck any of this means and my girlfriend offered to facetime me if I had trouble but I ran my mouth about how I didn’t ne-”

“Need help and now that you do you don’t wanna call her and hear the I told you so? Yea I know that feeling and I refuse to let another brother feel the same.” The stranger's hand falls on Yangyangs shoulder as a father would his son as he guides him in the ways of the sanitary pads. When he was done Yangyang knew not only of pads but tampons as well and with his chest puffed out he made his way to the counter with the snacks and the pads ready to tell Y/n how he didn’t need help picking out some freaking pads...well not her help anyways.

“Wow, you actually got the right ones.” you say walking into the room flopping down on the bed beside Yangyang. Opening one of the snacks he got you you lean back on him waiting for him to press play on the movie.

He clears his throat drawing your attention up to him, “Is there something you would like to say to me?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “It rhymes with Shime Shma Shmest...”

Smacking your teeth you roll your eyes, “Fine, You’re the best.”

Wrapping his arms around you pulling you more into his chest he nods, “Mmhm I sure am. Don’t forgot okay?” you shake your head at the saying he picked up from his roommate Haechan.

Yangyang proceeds to press play on the movie and you get a couple minutes in, “Yangyang.”

“Hm?”

“I know you got help from someone cause I- mmgmhhmhMMSHSHMMHM” Yangyang’s hand flies over your mouth covering it in order to mute what you’re saying.

“What’s that I’m sorry babe I can’t hear you. Did you say I’m the Best? Oh, okay thanks so much babe I love you too.”

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221bshrlocked · 3 years

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Starstruck (3)

Pairing: Chris Beck x Reader

Words: 5051

Warnings: Masturbation. Caught in the act kinda thing. Oral (female receiving). Penetrative, unprotected sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong). More science-y, kinda romantic talk. Fluffy Beck.

Summary: It’s the holidays and everyone’s gone for Christmas but you’re still stuck in school because you need to retake your final since the professor was nice enough and didn’t want to fail you. It just so happened that there is a sciences expert living in the same house as you, one that you’ve never spoken to before. Things get interesting when he offers to help you out, but what’s in it for him?

Prompt: “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

A/N: We’re going to pretend that part 2 wasn’t posted two years ago. God I’m so happy I finally finished this. Chris Beck will always hold a special place in my heart. I hope you liked my rendition of one soft college space nerd. You can catch up with the two other parts here and here. Please let me know how I’m doing in the comments. This isn’t beta’d btw.

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Had it not been for the exam you were terrified of, you would have probably allowed yourself to enjoy every minute you spent with Chris a little bit more. True to his word, Chris was available to answer any and all of your questions, no matter the time of day. He even convinced you to go out with him a couple of more times when he saw how stressful your days were. Between memorizing formulas and solving chemistry problems, you were sure this was the worst week of your life.

But then you remembered how much Chris made you laugh and you realized that had it not been for this exam, you wouldn’t have been able to spend time with him. And you hated how absolutely adorable he was, just the right amount of dorky and sexy. When the day of the exam arrived, Chris walked with you to the professor’s office, telling you he was sure you were going to pass it and that you just needed to trust yourself. He was about to walk away when the door of the office opened and out came your professor, Dr. Daniels.

“Hey Chris, I haven’t seen you since your undergrad years. How long has it been?” Chris shook his hand and you could only stand there awkwardly as they struck up a conversation.

“I think two years maybe, I’ve been meaning to email you actually. But we can talk about that later.” Chris smiled before turning to you and wishing you good luck.

“Oh you know Y/N?” Dr. Daniels pointed to you and you nodded at the question.

“Uh yeah we live in the same house.” You wondered why Chris didn’t tell him he was helping you out but you didn’t think too much of it.

“I tell you, if you’d asked him for help, then this would have been the easiest two hours of your life.” Dr Daniels said to you, laughing and watching as you looked at Chris for a moment before turning back and responding to him.

“Actually, Chris here has been helping me out for the past week. I’m really lucky I found him.” You refused to look at Chris after your little comment, afraid you’d said too much in front of him.

“Oh well in that case, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Come on in, the quicker you start, the quicker you can finish and enjoy your break with Chris...and I’ll see you later.” Dr. Daniels motioned for you to step inside his office before walking behind you and nodding at Chris.

“Yeah, it was nice catching up with you.” Chris waved at him, his eyes never leaving you as you set up your calculator and pencils on the desk. You looked back just in time to see him smiling at you before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away. You took a deep breath before looking down at the exam packet, writing your name on the blue book and flipping the first page to begin your nightmare of an afternoon.

Two hours later, you put everything in your bag and stood up, reluctantly walking to Dr. Daniels desk before turning it in.

“So, how are we feeling this time around?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. But I think it’s better than last week. Once again, thank you so much for giving me the chance to do better. I can’t begin to tell you how much of a difference this makes.”

“Please, it’s nothing. I don’t understand why, to this day, they allow students who aren’t going in the field to take this level of Organic Chemistry. It makes no sense to me so anything to help you out and get back at the school.” He chuckled, flipping through the pages of handwriting before placing the blue book on top of his pile of exams. “I’ll email you your grade by the end of the night just so you don’t have to worry about it during your break. And good luck with everything else, it was a pleasure having you in class.”

“Thank you so much Dr. Daniels. Enjoy your break and Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.”

You exited his office, quietly shutting the door behind you before turning around, only to bump into someone. “Oh sorry I didn’t s- Chris! W-what’re you doing here?” You stared at him like he grew a second head, not sure why he was standing right outside the office.

“I got us hot chocolate to celebrate you acing that final!” He handed you your cup and walked ahead of you. You stared at the cup in your hands then back at him, amazed that he was somehow still single.

“Oh wow thank you, you didn’t have to.” You took a long sip of the drink, wanting to hide behind your up for a little.

“Of course I did. So umm, do you have any plans tonight?” Chris cleared his throat before looking at his shoes.

“Not really no. Dr. Daniels said he’d get my grade by the end of the night so I was just going to spend the rest of my day on my bed, trying not to cry because I probably didn’t do well. No offense to your impeccable tutoring skills.” Humor was your defense mechanism but Chris didn’t think what you said was funny, stopping abruptly before turning and facing you.

“Listen, you understood everything I explained and you did good in there. Give yourself some credit. And since you’re doing nothing, then I think we should go have dinner and watch a movie.” He rambled through that last bit and you blinked confusingly at him before nodding in agreement. Chris continued to walk, opening the door of the building for you and waiting until you exited before following behind you.

“I- sorry, I meant to ask you to dinner, n-not force you into it. If you don’t want to go that’s fine I just-”

“I was hoping you’d ask.” You cut him off, reaching for his hand and intertwining your fingers. It took Chris three seconds to look down and smile at you before tripping over his words again. You sighed in relief and patted yourself on the back for the moment of bravery.

“Great t-that’s great. You’re really great.” You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your mouth, and it only worsened when you noticed him blush.

“I’m sorry I promise I’m not laughing at you...I just think it’s adorable that you’re a genius who managed to say ‘great’ three times in a row. No other adjectives in your dictionary right now?” Chris’ embarrassment was more evident now and you hated that you couldn’t stop teasing him. He looked so cute trying to hide from you and you wanted to see him blush again.

“Well, I would be capable of using other adjectives to describe how happy I am right now had it not been for a certain pretty girl who actually agreed to go out with me…” Whatever you thought he would say, that was the last thing that came to mind and you pretended you weren’t jumping up and down in your mind because did he really just call you pretty?

“What’s the matter Y/N? Cat got your tongue?” There was a hint of flirtation in his tone and you rolled your eyes at him, knowing fully well that he could see your reaction to his words. You walked in silence the rest of the way, occasionally catching each other staring before giggling and clasping your hands a little tighter. When you did reach the house, Chris was first to walk in, telling you that he had no patience for the rest of your house mates. No one was in so the two of you sat in the living room and played cards.

Neither of you watched the time and you only noticed how many hours went by when you heard the familiar bell of the church on campus strike six times. You were hysterically laughing at Chris telling you about how he had to scrub down his friend during a Chemistry lab one time because he tripped and spilled some random chemical on his hands. It wasn’t acidic thankfully but they still had to follow protocol and Chris made sure his friend would never let it down.

“Oh god is that the time already? Listen, we should go get dressed to make it in time for the last showing of the night.” Chris collected all the cards and stood up, pulling you along with him and guiding you upstairs.

“I’ll be ready in fifteen.” You reached your room and ran inside, afraid you’d do or say something stupid about how much you enjoyed the day. Shutting the door, you frantically ran around your room, trying to decide on something cute to wear. You finally paired a long-sleeve shirt with a skirt only to see Chris’ NASA sweatshirt lying on your couch. Picking it up, you took a deep breath and walked to his room to give it to him. When you saw the door was open, you knocked softly and walked in, looking around to see where he was.

Maybe he went downstairs to grab something...

Leaving the sweatshirt on his chair, you turned around to leave only to find an almost naked and incredibly wet Chris standing in front of you and drying his hair. You tried so hard to not let your eyes go below his neck but you couldn’t, watching as a few droplets of water rolled down his chest, almost as if they were inviting you to go and lick them off.

When you did finally meet his eyes, you saw a faint blush take over his cheeks and neck.

“Did you need anything?” His hands dropped from his head and he looked around to see if you might have left something in his room by accident.

“I uhh, there was this thing- I mean I found your ummm….s-sweatshirt…I had your sweatshirt and I just wanted to return it.” You looked everywhere else but him, silently waiting for him to kick you out of his room or call you out for going inside without his permission.

“Thanks,” Chris could tell how much you were affected by him and he wasn’t a vain person, not really, but he felt so proud of the hours he spent in the gym because to have you looking at him like that was a dream come true. He could tell how embarrassed you were and decided to end the awkward moment, moving aside and continuing to dry his hair.

“I’ll see you in a bit.” You whispered before, quite literally, sprinting out of the room and into yours. The door was slammed shut behind you by accident and you hated how shamelessly obvious you were in front of him. Waiting for a few seconds, you moved around the room to try and even out your breath. You felt a sudden chill go down your body and you didn’t realize what you were doing until you were laying down on your bed and pulling the skirt down your legs. Shutting your eyes, it took seconds to conjure up the image of Chris in nothing but a towel, his hair wet and dripping down his impressive chest. You bit your lower lip and moved your panties to the side, sucking on your fingers before reaching down to your slit.

You slowly circled your clit, applying enough pressure to get you wet before inching your middle finger inside your aching core, sighing as you pictured Chris’ hands instead, his blue eyes taking you in as he brought you pleasure. Spreading your thighs a little wider, you increased your pace and imagined his cock teasing your entrance and coating himself with your juices. You knew you had to be quick because the last thing you wanted to do was miss spending more time with him. Throwing back your head, you moaned his name over and over again as you felt yourself reaching that little high.

But before you could let go, you heard a swear in the form of a vague whisper coming from the direction of the door, eyes widening in horror when you looked up and saw Chris standing there and staring at you. You didn’t know what to do, reluctantly removing your hands before sitting up and grabbing a towel.

“STOP!” Chris wanted to apologize when he saw your body jump at the loud command, but he wanted to make sure you didn’t wipe your hand anywhere. He carefully approached you, not wanting to frighten you anymore with his presence. You watched him like a hawk, knowing this road only had one end.

Chris stood beside the bed and leaned down, looking at your heaving chest before gently taking your hand, not giving you a chance to react as he pulled it to his mouth and started sucking on your fingers. You moaned at the filthy reaction, your eyes incapable of focusing on anything but the way he rolled his tongue around your wet fingers.

When he saw that you weren’t going to push him away, he let go of your hand and kneeled on the bed, trapping your body between his arms as he leaned down and captured your lips in a heated kiss. You melted beneath him, all shyness flying out the window as you felt his hands explore your flushed skin. You moaned into his mouth when you felt him slip his hands beneath your shirt. But Chris misunderstood and immediately pulled away, searching your features for any sign of discomfort before he asked if he could take your shirt off.

“Is...is this okay?” He whispered, stopping his exploration of your skin to not distract you. Your eyes fluttered open and looked into his, and he smiled to himself when he saw how dilated your pupils were.

“Oh god yes please Chris.”

That seemed to be all that Chris needed to hear because not a second later, he was fisting his hands in your shirt and dragging it up your body until it was off. He couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over the expanse of your newly exposed torso, licking his lips in anticipation when he could see your nipples poking through the thin material of your bra. He returned his attention to your eyes, smiling when you sighed as he slipped his arms behind your back to unclasp your bra. When he pulled the straps down your arm and threw the undergarment behind him, your breathing picked up and he thought it’d probably be better if he slowed down a bit.

“Relax Y/N, if you want me to stop I c-” He slowed down and was about to move away from you when he felt your hands grab his wrists and pull him back.

“No, n-no keep going please. I just- you...you make me nervous.”

“Why baby? You didn’t look nervous five minutes ago when you called out my name as these little fingers sank into your sweet pussy.” He shouldn’t have teased you about what he saw but he couldn’t pass up at the chance, the look on your face making him grow harder in his jeans.

“Chris...please.” You turned away from him, nuzzling into the arm next to your cheek and biting down on his skin to distract him.

“Tell me honey, what were you thinking of? I’ll give you anything you want, anything you want from me. But I wanna know what you were thinking of. Please.” Chris leaned down and nipped at your jaw before leaving a trail of kisses down your throat, biting down on your shoulder when it took you a little longer to respond to him.

“I- I thought of your fingers touching me, m-making me...oh god, making me cum. And...and I pictured you teasing me with your cock as you spread my thighs open and f-finally...finally- please, oh fuck please…” You shivered when you felt him slowly easing your panties down your leg before settling between your thighs.

“Finally what baby?” Chris looked up and held your gaze as he bit into your inner thighs, smiling he saw your hands fisting into the sheets beneath you.

“F-fucked me until I forgot my name.” You blinked down at him, gasping when he raised an eyebrow at your choice in words before he leaned down one more time and kissed your skin.

“Well why didn’t you just say so sweetheart.” His mischievous smile made you nervous and you threw your head back as soon as you felt his tongue lick at your slit. You moaned and bit into the pillow when his lips closed around your clit and violently sucked at the engorged nub, and you swore you could feel him smirk when your hands shot to his hair and pulled on it.

“C-chris...fuck oh my god your mouth! Feels so good, so good...so-” Your back arched off the bed almost painfully and Chris reluctantly shut his eyes and dove into your cunt, humming in approval and moaning at your taste the harder you pulled at his hair. He let go of your legs and pushed down on your thighs before moving one hand to replace his tongue. He looked up and saw bliss taking over your features, using the moment of distraction to spit on your cunt before easing two fingers into your fluttering walls.

Your eyes shot open instantly, looking down at him just as he descended on you again and licked at your clit while his fingers thrust in and out of you. You couldn’t focus on one specific sensation, the different stimuli pushing you to that familiar fluttering in your stomach. You were already so close before and feeling his fingers replace yours drove you over the edge.

“Go on baby, let go. Cum for me, let me taste this sweet cunt drenching me. Please baby I want you so fucking badly it hurts. Be a good little girl and cum on my fingers so I could finally fuck you like you want.” Hearing him whispering those filthy, unhinged words to you broke you apart and you fell to the bed again, thighs shaking violently as you gushed around his fingers and on his tongue. Chris continued to suck on your clit, wanting to prolong your pleasure for as long as possible. With a slight graze of his teeth against your little bundle of nerves, you screamed his name and unintentionally shut your thighs around his head.

Chris kissed your slit one last time before he eased his fingers out of you, rubbing the muscles of your legs to calm you down as he filled his eyes with your flushed skin. He bit his lower lip when he saw your stomach fluttering and your legs slightly shaking, squeezing your calves once before moving off of the bed and stripping off his clothes.

“C-chris…” You finally managed to open your eyes, smiling hazily at him as you touched yourself and watched as he took his clothes off. He was down to his boxers and waited a moment, laughing when he saw you pinch and pull at your nipples while you whined for him to hurry up.

“Aren’t you a greedy little thing?” Chris winked at you when he took his boxers off, his chest expanding with pride when he saw the look on your face.

“Fuck me…” You spread your thighs wide open when he moved to sit between your knees, unable to hold back from reaching to him and grasping his heavy cock in your hand. “We- we don’t...fuck that’s it baby. Your hands are so warm...we don’t have to do anything you- you don’t want.”

“Chris please, need you. Want your- your cock in me, stretching me...fucking me. Hard...please.” You were speaking in broken sentences and Chris had to hold back from coming right then and there. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he allowed you to pull him closer to your cunt.

“Wait- wait...we need a-”

“IUD...I have an IUD...and I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. Unless you want one. I didn’t mean to make it seem like-”

“Fucking hell you’re going to be the death of me baby. I was tested after my last time, can’t fucking remember when that was to be honest. Are you...are you sure? I can go grab a condom right now.” Chris didn’t take his eyes off of you once, hands gripping your ass as you maneuver yourself closer to him and swipe the head of his cock against your clit.

“Please...wanna feel you with nothing between us. Oh god Chris I just- I want you. Now. Please, fuck me. F-fuck me.” Your desperate pleas made him twitch in your hand and he nodded at you, looking down and watching as you slowly pushed the head of his cock in your cunt.

“Fuck...oh baby you’re so big. You’re stretching me Chris...already feel so full. Fuck, I- I need…” You weren’t sure what you were asking of him but Chris seemed to understand what you needed, leaning down and molding his lips with yours as he inched into you. He felt your nails digging into his back and groaned when your cunt clenched tightly around him. “Oh sweet fucking god Y/N...you’re so tight around me...squeezing the fuck out of me. Fuck baby that’s it...take it. Take my cock in that little pussy, you’re so perfect. Made for me...made to take my cock.” He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, kissing and licking at your damp skin as he finally sheathed himself fully inside of you.

You were both breathing heavily, and you whimpered when he continued to swear against your neck. You could tell he was having a difficult time holding back, the thought of how patient he was making your heart skip a beat. When you finally relaxed your muscles enough, you scratched the back of his neck and begged him to move.

“Chris…”

“Sweetheart...I- can I move?”

“Y-yes...please.”

The whispered plea drove him mad with lust and he pushed up on his elbows to look at you, never once breaking eye contact as he pulled out and bucked his hips back into you again. You sighed his name and threw your head back, focusing on the way his hard dick twitched inside you as it slid against your walls. You could feel the tip of his cock hitting that deep, soft spot inside you over and over again, knowing that you were somehow already close to coming again.

“You’re amazing baby, fucking exquiste. Like heaven...heaven and my dreams. Oh god, I’m- you’re clenching so tightly around me...could feel this cunt sucking me in deeper. Shit, are- are you already close again?” He could feel the familiar tightening of your walls and hissed when you nodded at him.

“Ok...fuck, could you wait for me darling? Please...wanna cum with you, feel you milking me dry. Please baby I’m begging here. Wait for me, fuck, wait for me.” You couldn’t deny him his request even if you wanted to, and you opened your eyes just in time to see his eyebrows furrow in focus. You parted your lips and groaned his name like a mantra, telling him of how hot and hard and thick he felt, whispering how much you wanted him to cum in you, to fill you up and keep fucking you until neither of you could move.

“Baby...oh god, baby you’re fucking amazing. Beautiful...perfect. Oh fuck, I- I’m…”

“Cum with me Chris...please, want to feel you cum in me. With me. Oh- oh please-”

As soon as you looked down and saw where you were joined, the thread uncoiled, and you threw your arms around Chris, pulling him closer and gasping his name as he picked up the pace and fucked into you harder, the sound of slapping skin filling the room and making you wish you could scream his name.

He bit into your shoulder as he felt your walls flutter around him, growling and shaking above you as he felt his balls pulse and signal his release. He came deep inside your pussy, his rhythm faltering the harder you squeezed him and pulled him in. He could feel you whimpering beneath him, and he smiled when you crossed your legs across his back to keep him inside you once he started to slow down.

You weren’t sure how long you remained tangled in each other’s arms and when Chris tried to push off of you, you shook your head and begged him to stay.

“Not going anywhere baby...fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever cum this hard. You’re...something special Y/N.” Chris leaned down and kissed your lips, smiling against you when he felt your hold tighten around his neck. He parted and hissed when your cunt clenched around him once more, unable to hold back from chuckling at the sweet sensation. He slowly eased himself out and leaned back on his knees, watching as his cum leaked out of you and rolled down your thighs.

“Fucking hell.” Chris inhaled deeply before reaching down for his shirt to clean you up.

“Wait no you’ll get it dirty.”

“Who cares?” He shrugged as he softly cleaned his mess, apologizing when he became a little excited and rubbed harder than he should have. Throwing the shirt away, he pushed you to the side before rolling next to you, moving you into his arms and looking up at the ceiling as you drew patterns on his chest.

“Did you know that in ancient times, the seven musical notes were assigned to the seven heavenly bodies in various symbolic arrangements? Kepler basically precisely calculated these long imagined Harmoniae Mundi...he noticed that the ratios between planets’ extreme angular velocities were all harmonic intervals. And more recently even, Molchanov has shown that the entire solar system can be viewed as a ‘tuned’ quantum structure, with Jupiter as the conductor of the orchestra.” You blinked up in confusion at Chris, eyebrows furrowing when he looked down and smiled at you.

“Sorry...I didn’t mean to ruin the moment.” He blushed under your gaze, scratching his hair when your confused expression turned into an amused one.

“No no, you didn’t. I like listening to you talk about things you’re passionate about. I’m just surprised because you’re suddenly talking about harmonies which has nothing to do with your area.” You rested your chin on his chest and watched as he laid his head back in thought.

“Well, I was really interested in our last conversation and I read up on some stuff and I found all of these theories that connect music and geometry and space and the planets playing in tune and- god you’re going to think I’m stupid.” Chris shut his eyes and rubbed at his face, hoping to somehow hide from you until you let it go.

“No never...please, what were you going to say?”

“I wanted to impress you...so I thought I could learn about harmonics and rhythms and I found all of this stuff about Kepler’s theories on planetary orbits and how he found the answer through geometry and musical spheres and...what?” He saw the way you were looking at him and blinked shyly, hoping that you wouldn’t think he was a complete weirdo.

“That might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Chris’ expression grew softer at your confession, shutting his eyes when you leaned over and kissed his cheeks.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Chris said as you pulled your head back to take a better look at him. What you saw in his eyes should have terrified you but instead, you felt your heart beat in comfort at his exclamation.

“So are you…” You nuzzled into his neck, twirling his hair around your fingers as you breathed his scent in and kissed his jaw. You were just about to doze off when a chime came from your phone. God, you knew the notification sound immediately, and you also knew who was emailing you so late in the afternoon.

“Oh god, I can’t check.” You shook your head and groaned when Chris leaned over and grabbed your phone.

“Unlock it for me baby and I’ll check. I’m sure you did well.” He tried to put you at ease, kissing your forehead and whispering more assurances to you as you unlocked your phone and handed it to him. Scrolling through your apps, he found the Outlook app and clicked on it, opening the email from Dr. Daniels and reading through the email. You took in his face and cursed how well he was able to hide whatever emotion he was experiencing.

“Well?”

“I think,” Chris said as he shut your phone off and placed it on the nightstand again, not giving you a chance to say anything as he rolled you underneath him and kissed your neck, “that we should forgo going out tonight, and stay in to celebrate. Properly celebrate your B+.” He laughed when you squealed and smashed your lips with his.

“Thank you thank you thank you, oh god I can’t believe I passed.”

“I knew you would sweetheart.” Chris fell back on the bed when you pushed him down, shutting his eyes and moaning in pleasure when you straddled him and left a trail of wet kisses down his scruff to his chest.

“Music and science aren’t the closest friends Chris...you can hardly blame me for not thinking I did well.” You whispered as you slowly pushed your hand between the two of you and took hold of his hardening dick.

“They might not be friends...but they are bedfellows...oh fuck.” You laughed at the remark, continuing your descent and kissing just above his happy trail. You smiled when you felt his hips buck against you, his fingers tightening their hold around your arms as you scratched his abdominal muscles.

“In more ways than one obviously.”

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Secrets in a Foreign Language (Part Three) - Jungkook

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This same thing happened the next three weeks. You would come to Jungkook’s house to clean at exactly 2pm on Tuesday and he would be there. Again, there wouldn’t even be much to clean, you would finish in record time and then he would ask to hang out, whether it be playing video games again, watching movies, or even just sitting in his kitchen and talking. Were you still confused? Absolutely. Why were you still coming to clean when there wasn’t anything to do? Was he that lonely? Certainly not, right? He had his 6 other band members to hang out with if he wanted to, and, of course, his “girlfriend” Cho-hee. Although the two of you hadn’t even come close to talking about the topic of relationships, you could still sense he wasn’t happy with the arrangement in place for the two of them. However, their relationship continued to make headlines of all of Korea’s tabloids, the same kind of pictures where they looked closer than ever. You couldn’t help but wonder why he agreed to this if he didn’t seem happy. What was he getting out of it? Maybe it was just a part of his world that you would never understand.

The following week you couldn’t help but feel giddy as you slipped the key into the front door of Jungkook’s apartment. Whether it was frowned upon to have any kind of relationship with a client outside of your working business hours you weren’t sure, but regardless you were extremely thankful to have found someone who you may be able to soon consider a friend. Jungkook was shy, but funny, and just so kind. He definitely had a sort of “cool guy” façade, especially in the videos you watched of him on stage (yes, you had been looking him up again), but you quickly learned from hanging out with him that in reality he was actually a huge dork. He was goofy, and dare you say, surprisingly… normal? You understood each other’s references to movies and shows from when you were kids (despite living in different areas of the world you grew up with many of the same things) and you helped him when he struggled with speaking English to you, and vice versa with you and Korean. You just got along incredibly well, sharing the same kind of humor and competitive spirit. In fact, Tuesdays were now what you looked forward to more than anything.

But on this particular day, when you entered the home, Jungkook wasn’t at his usual spot on the couch. You stood still for a moment, trying to listen for any sort of indication he was somewhere else in the house, but you were just met with the muted sounds of cars driving on the busy roads out below. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Even though this is how it was supposed to be, you had actually gotten used to his company every week. But he was literally in the world’s biggest boy band at the moment, I guess you couldn’t expect him to be here every time, right?

Nevertheless, you put on your gloves, inserted your wireless headphones, and got to work.

When you reached the guestroom part of your cleaning this time, all you had left to do was take out the trash. However, when you went to remove the bag from the can, something you saw made you stop dead in your tracks. There, on top of the small pile of garbage, was a large clump of dust, like what would be emptied out of a vacuum cleaner. Ah ha! So, your suspicions were correct! Someone was cleaning the place before you got there. But you still had no idea why.

Just then, you heard the front door slam shut, startling you out of your thoughts. Jungkook was home? A huge smile spread across your face, the giddiness returning. You hadn’t expected to see him today and suddenly your heart felt full. But maybe, after this discovery, it was time to ask him if and why someone else was cleaning the house before you. Just to put your mind at ease.

You put down your duster and strolled into the hallway, immediately finding Jungkook at the other end. He smiled widely at you.

“(y/n)! Hey! I was just coming to see if you were here.”

You nodded and returned the smile.

“Yep, it is Tuesday afternoon after all.”

He motioned with his hand for you to follow him.

“Come on, I have too much food for one person.”

He wasn’t exaggerating. When you entered the kitchen there were takeout containers of all different kinds of Korean foods sprawled out on the island.

Jungkook grabbed two plates from the cupboard.

“Where did you get all this?” you asked, your eyes wide and mouthwatering at the sight.

He handed you one of the plates and a pair of chopsticks.

“It was leftover from our shoot this morning… the other members took some back to the dorm so there was even more than this.”

You shook your head in disbelief.

“Wow… And you’re sure… I can have some?”

He raised an eyebrow at you and scoffed.

“Yes. I cannot eat this alone you… uhh… English for pabo?”

Your mouth fell open.

“Jungkook! Are you calling me an idiot?!”

Jungkook’s cheeks turned red.

“Idiot? What! No, no! I didn’t mean it like that! No, I meant- aiissshhh how do I say it- “

You interrupted him by bursting out laughing, earning a confused grin from the man in front of you.

“I’m just joking with you… I think the word you’re looking for maybe is... goofball? Unless you were trying to say I’m in idiot then that’s okay, too.”

He looked away embarrassingly but laughed with you.

“Ah no, no, goofball… goofball, yes? That’s how you say it? Goofball sounds better, I think.” He paused and stared into space, repeating the word a couple times to himself. You giggled at his repetition of the word.

Then he confidently nodded his head and gave you a thumbs up.

“Yah! Okay okay! I will remember!”

You smiled at him.

He’s so cute, a blush forming on your cheeks at the thought.

The two of you scooped food onto your plates and then went into the living room to sit on the couch and eat.

“Want to watch Netflix?” he asked, picking up the remote, “there’s this Korean movie you should see.”

You nodded, half chewed kimbap in your mouth.

“Okay, sure.”

Then you remembered you had planned to ask him about the vacuum remnants in the trash. You figured now was as better as a time than ever.

You swallowed as he scrolled through the app on the tv. Why did it make you so nervous?

“Hey, Jungkook?” you started, “Can I ask you something?”

He stopped scrolling and turned to look at you, his cheeks puffy like a chipmunk from being stuffed with food.

He nodded in response, his big brown eyes wide waiting for what you were going to say.

You looked down at your food.

“I noticed, um, today when I was cleaning the guestroom… in the trash there was… like what looked like dust and dirt from a vacuum? And the past few times, it’s seemed like someone had cleaned before me? And it’s okay, it’s not that big of a deal,” at this point you were rambling, thinking maybe bringing up something so miniscule was silly, “I just was curious if I should know if something is going on or if I’m just imagining it? I don’t want to get in your business or anything, I don’t know, I’m probably just dumb…”

When you looked back up at Jungkook he had a panicked look on his face. He swallowed hard, his face turning red as a beet again, from the tips of his ears all the way down to his neck.

There was an awkward silence as he just stared at the floor, appearing deep in thought. Finally, he shut his eyes tightly and balled his hand up in a fist, placing it to his forehead in exacerbation.

“Aiiisshhh, you’re not dumb, it’s me. It’s me, I am the one cleaning before you get here.”

You cocked your head and furrowed your eyebrows. Okay, now you were really REALLY confused.

“But… why?”

He took a deep breath. He opened his eyes, but he still did not look at you. He just shook his head and moved some food around on his plate with his chopsticks. Then he mumbled something so quietly it was almost incoherent,

“Because… I thought if you did not have as much to do, it would make more time for you… to hang out with me.”

Oh.

Well, that was not at all what you were expecting.

You felt your heart skip a beat, and butterflies in your stomach.

He finally looked up at you, a worried look on his face, his bottom lip between his teeth, a blush on your face now, too.

But you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

It was Jungkook’s turn to cock his head, a slight smile appearing on his face.

“Why-why do you laugh?”

“I don’t know, I guess because… because no matter how much I had to clean I still would have hung out with you afterwards,” you replied with a shrug.

A huge smile spread across his face, making wrinkles form around his eyes.

“Really?” he wondered.

You nodded.

“Well yes, of course,” then you pointed a chopstick at him, “Hey, who’s the pabo now??”

He shook his head, his long hair bouncing against his face. You suddenly got the urge to run your hand through it.

“Both me and you?” he suggested.

You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Okay, okay, fine.”

There was a pause and you looked back down at your plate before softly saying, “Honestly though, Jungkook, I really do… enjoy spending time with you.”

Then you shoveled a heap of noodles in your mouth before you could embarrass yourself even more.

But there really was no need to feel embarrassed because Jungkook didn’t take his eyes off you, and the big smile never left his face as he said,

“I really do, too (y/n).”

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